(Intro)
Hey what cha doing, what cha doing
The gutter
I got money but I want more
I wanna get rich, I wanna get rich
What you talking bout
(Verse 1)
American hustle, penitentiary chances
Payday loans and government phones
Cash advances (just like that)
Turf wars and shot up cars
And siren sounds, boy they getting down (look out)
Everybody want a dollar, carry on to make a dollar
If it's big and bright well it make em fight
(Chorus)
I got money but I want more
What you talking bout (the gutter)
I wanna get rich, I wanna get rich
What you talking bout
I need my money and I gotta make more
I wanna get rich, I wanna get rich
What you talking bout (the gutter)
(Verse 2)
Corner to corner, block to block
Trap to trap, the whole city hot
You gotta get yours and I'm gone get mine
I ain't got the time to be playing bout mine
There they go finessing boy
Oh they come with game a lot of petty ways
Throwing shade for a lil bitty scrap of change
Messy, messy for a dollar baby
For a big bank roll and a c**aine candy store
They chopping bodies oh they busting heads
Get rich on a pole or get rich in Hollywod
Or go to school and hustle or find a sugar daddy
(Outro)
Let me come and get some
Living fast like it just can't wait
Won't cha let me hold something
Pay you back before it get too late
Since we know a resolution we could
Since you know a resolution we could
Get paid, be partners in crime
I wanna get rich