Freck Billionaire - I'm Gettin' Money lyrics

[Verse 1 - Freck Billionaire] I'm gettin money, heres my explanation The Lambo's milked out, no expiration And I ain't ask for an estimation I just pa** the cake off, no hesitation Ya' see I'm nothing like y'all guys I just do the stuntin' Y'all n***as fall guys And everyday I get the Benny washed It's Deja Vu, like Denny Wash The budgets too big, Billionaire'll hurt a label Play it tight spray the creed on the Purple label Pave' set me and Jacob got me linked up The bentley wag' bullet proof, like a Brinks truck CVL, we dont care what ya homies sell Rubberbands round' the stacks like a ponytail I could meet a ho sweeter than Damita Jo She act conceited, though, her number get deleted, yo I'm not a musician, but I play an instrument The raging bull handle any kind of incident The Black latex D's can't get the prints The Flying Spur so fly, I had to get the Bent Got initials on the door scrappy Initials on the floormats I ain't braggin', homeboy, this my format The 22's look like they ridin' on four flats Young octopus, I carry arms [Verse 2 - Fabolous] I'm gettin' money is my quotation Family man so I need the Lambo station Slick talk'll put a chamber into rotation Directors style I shoot 'em on location My hoes Haitian, Trini and Croatian Ass clap louder than a Oprah ovation Double D's on her chest like Dare Devil Her shoe game's at a nine hundred a pair level I'm in P-rada the color of Ri-cotta Cheese? Please, you can't tell me nada I don't share keys nor do I give her codes I set run through records down on River Road Then I switched up, posted on Palisade The Denali stay smellin' like Cali grade A couple Bond Number 9 squirts Osama Rich--that's the hard-to-find shirt Your rocks keep to they self? Well mines flirt They too clean, board of health couldn't find dirt I'm rich b**h and I'm screamin' it like Ashy Larry They call me Brinks boy. Maybe it's the cash I carry Rubber bands pop you gon' need a scrunchee for me If she a jumpoff, bet the chick bungee for me I came a long way and I still stroll the avenues Move in style, Louis V, rollin' travel Local n***a, you never been to Poland have you? So you couldn't judge me if you was holding gavels And I used to get the raw from Bolivia That was back when Raven Simone was Olivia I did the take out, meaning that I ran orders I had the transporters sittin' by the land borders The Rockefeller make you rather do a manslaughter They goin' in juniors, comin' home with granddaughters So homie if you got a weapon, tote it You can't jump ship n***as won't accept you boat it When I was doin it for TV I kept it loaded Cause these hatin' n***as tryna' final episode it A half a clip in ya hip'll make ya Elvis shake You'll more than moan when the bones in ya' pelvis break Bentley drop cost 200 and 12 to take Red gut, white paint: Red Velvet cake