40 Cal - Getting Money lyrics

[HOOK] WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? [J.R. Writer] That's word buzzen, I swerve cousin (errr!) In that 2006 like it's worth nothing Got these bird's bugging, I'm on 1st stunting With no stick-shift just a reverse bu*ton (the Aston Martin) But I ain't Hollywood hater, I'm still serving them like a Volleyball player Spare 8 keys, the gear chase me You need two? Meet me in Staircase B I'm pitching em, you ain't never seen hard You little creeps starved, you n***as need jobs I do this steam large, bottles after bottles... Then dismiss the case like a judge on a weak charge Peep .R....scrapper this sh** is nothing You actors are into cuffing, these scragglers are disgusting Ask 'em all how I'm bubbling... I spray more Alcohol around then a barber after he finished cutting! [HOOK] WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? [40 Cal.] I...GET MONEY, GET MOOGA GET MONEY, GET MOOGA GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MOOGA......40! I...dress gully, vest with the fresh skully Lex buggy, no cologne cause I'm smellin like fresh money You better tell thunny you never will sell bunkies You can't hold nothing but shells that dwell from me Prolly go to jail, praying like HELP dummy While I'm diddy bopping out, waving like jail funny I get locked up by twelve, say around 12:20 Call me Slater & Screech, get Saved By The Bell money Then I ice grill the judge cause it just felt gully Leave an ape n***a bloody s'what I call a "Red Monkey" Yeah....the champion cheering, man of the year when... I go to the store copping what the mannequin wearing! Serving grams to ya parents, I get the ounce flippin I admit....I'm the reason the sh** in ya house missing! I'm in ya spouse kitchen, making other figures With dick in her mouth like k**a, "I'm getting money n***aaaaa!" [HOOK] - 2X [J.R. Writer] Ya shines are simple, mine's offend you / (heh!) Yours "bling bling"....my sh** dingles! (ding!) You don't know the grind I'm into, check the rose I floss Yeah I put 'em on but the sh**'s keep going off I'm glistening gold, wrissery froze Boogers all in my ring and I ain't digging my nose Too much digits to fold, what I'm spending is old But I still will mack a chick and tell a pigeon like "YO!" /....WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE! Fix ya face ho, why? cause I say so What part don't you understand? I'm getting peso's They know not to stunt on me with some liquor I'll buy out the bar just for me and my n***as Nobody drinks, look fam that's the crew I'll have the whole club sipping Cranberry juice (sober lmaoo) You hungry in the rear, my money in the air I don't know what y'all doing over there, but look......WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE! [HOOK]