Don P - Gotta Get It lyrics

[ HOOK 2x ] Nothin but the money moves me I got million dollar dreams, I'ma do me I came from nothin, now my money talks And believe I won't stop until I got it all [ VERSE 1 ] I'm gettin it, g-g-gettin it You see how I be flippin it, European-whippin it Everytime you see my whip, Don P's dippin it Iced-out timepiece, wrist just glistenin Chain so def, it got me not listenin To anything a hater say, I just keep it pimpin, man I just keep it movin cause there's money to be made Moves to be ride, honeys to be slayed You should keep your distance if we're on a different page Give a damn 'bout what you say, b**h, I'm tryina get paid Gucci on my feet, Navigator wood grain Get all up in her brain cause I serve that good game Good game yeah I serve it, got these s**ers nervous Clowns wanna play, I turn your block into a circus Lions, tigers and bears, you better be scared I'm comin for my bread or I'm comin for your head I gotta get it [ HOOK 2x ] [ VERSE 2 ] They hatin, I'm ballin I ain't trippin cause the hoes keep callin They losin, I'm winnin Pockets gettin fat, rims keep spinnin Blow a lotta swisher sweets, gotta keep kush in it Mob music for the streets, gotta keep pushin it The coast, keep reppin it, flows indefinite Am I definitely dope? Most definite Rock it up from soft to hard, I be iron-chefin it Gone till November, baby, I be Wyclefin it Comin back with so much paper, you'd think I was pressin it Make a good impression, my expressions is impressionate The best is what I'm dressin in, Dolce Gabana scents If it don't make dollars, it don't really make much sense Ain't talkin 'bout no fetti, then fella, you speakin French And nah, I ain't conceited, lil mama, I'm just convinced I gotta get it [ HOOK 2x ] [ VERSE 3 ] I gotta get it, I gotta get it I'm all about my money, man, I talk it cause I live it I gotta have it, I gotta have it When it comes to that paper Don P like a addict Million dollar mouthpiece, million dollar grind Million dollar hustle, million dollar shine Try to make a lotta paper in a little bit of time So I can pop champagne while shorty wiggle her behind I'm gettin mine, you hatin, that's fine Don't get out of line, trick, cause you could eat the nine Hammer's on mine, any moment's Hammer Time Straight shots of Tequila, then hit it with the lime Shorty's hotter than a fever, not a nine, she's a dime A bonafide diva, the five star kind Man, I ain't gon lie, I really wouldn't mind What's good lil mama, put a n***a online [ HOOK 2x ]