Gett'n 2 Da Money

Lyrics

(Verse 1)

We talk real money, they talk rubbish
Million dollar moral, baby you got to love it
Alexander McQueen, Louie, Gucci, Bulgari
We ride horses my love, you might call it Ferrari

And I'm a jet setter, I been places
From brown paper bag money to big brief cases
We international, worldwide global
Obama black card, my Prezzy bi-coastal
Off shore accounts, with large amounts
7 digit savvy, you can call it out
I'm on my "A" game, so watch me ball it out

We pop Champagne, Just to pour it out
Rock star living, pretty women
Room full of money, mommy lets go swimming
She's skinny dipping, I'm diving in
Double "M" status, multimillions

I'm getting....

Chorus

Money, the money
I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money
I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money
I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money
Yeah, I'm getting to it
I'm getting to it, I'm getting to it
I'm getting to it, I'm getting to the money
You know the money, I'm getting to the money
I'm getting to the money, yeah I'm getting to it

(Verse 2)

I'm about my bread, You n*ggaz better listen
I'm high on the money, I need an intervention
Reflection in this b*tch, Blowing money fast
Spend about a mill for 250 on the dash
Got a broad named "Nina", you don't want to meet her
finger f*ck her good and I will make you a believer
We pop Ace Of Spade bottles, Rose bottles
Cush by the pound, VIP full of models
Yeah you know me, so me, so NY
Well connected like WiFi, purp'd out I'm so high
Money in my pocket, that Mussolini copp'd it
Yeah baby thats a Bently, she say she riding with me
Now we cruising through the city, Paparazzi flicking
It's Mister Steal Your Girl, see your b*tch is my next victim
Once I get her then I got her, there ain't no turning back
I was born like N*gga, raised like a Mac

I'm getting.....

(Chorus)