Fred The Godson - Gettin Money Pt. II lyrics

[INTRO] Ayo put some sparklers on that Ciroc And make it look like the 4th of July in this motherf**er Yeah [VERSE 1: Fred the Godson] -Now Diddy told me that it's all about the B-B-B-B-Benjamins So hustle hard and any hustle you hustlin' From the deck of cards, life's a gamble and you shufflin' I'm from that corner that hood you throw that d-d-duffle in This shawty's strippin I got that money, I'm tippin' To that artist going the hardest, in the studio spittin' Back the whip in I took the trip until the chips started flippin' In the kitchen, plastic on the bread grippin' This stripper's clickin' I'm fixin' With baker's mittens The same colors Wade Griffin The money I make is different, I'm cakin' You got to listen See my name Fred the Godson, pappi call me gordo Meek Mill, Corey Gunz, the remix and you all know [HOOK] I don't know about y'all, but we gettin' money over here (Said) I don't know about y'all, but we gettin' money over here (Well) I don't know about y'all, but we gettin' money over here (Said) I don't know about y'all, but we gettin' money over here Daddy you cakin' Daddy you cakin' Daddy you cakin' We gettin' money over here Daddy you cakin' Daddy you cakin' Daddy you cakin' We gettin' money over here [VERSE 2: Meek Mill] Lately I've been saving for a rainy day But still that imperfection make it rain away Looking at my wrist, it cost me 8K I get them n******gs in the j**elers doing layaways Trying to keep up Hate I got my seat up Backseat of that six deuce Counting paper, we up Charlie Sheen I'm winnin' Holding on and I'm spinnin' Your paper feel like linen My money ain't no limit I said shout my n***a P out (P) We got white and D out (D) 100 pounds of rags and bush, put it in the tree house Blow sauce and white hoes, MIA the beach house I call my n******gs first cla**, I hit the block like we out You ever sipped Ciroc with Diddy? Then count the millions in a tailor over top the city? (woosh) I got the gods with me I tell them hoes tat my name on the top of they titty [HOOK] [VERSE 3: Cory Gunz] 14 I was kicking Diddy's rhymes wow It's funny then he told me this would be my time now Ain't nobody body flow like me buy a vowel Set the tempo, then find a style Rappin' (fast) You don't want to get slap it around Back woods, back down Cause I'm like a mad cow No bullsh**, I meant this gadget I rap loud With a neck count with this actin' I stack more in the game trailin' with a set Your money too funny Youre a clown with a fraction Back is the main childhood attraction Lane, any swag outlaggin' So fly, pulls to the main cabbins Skip Ron tip goes through the game braggin' Young money cash money in your face laughin' Put em up, f** your tab I bought that bar because you bought that a** Girl let your juices flow, later I'll make all that splash [HOOK] [OUTRO] Yea, move something now Move something Yea, like that, yea Leggo