Lil' Wyte - Gettin' Money Boy lyrics

(Chorus) You see me on them 24s f**kin tatted up These s**as hate my guts cause i whip that batter up Im gettin money boy Im gettin money boy Im gettin money boy Im gettin money boy I keep a K or a sawed off in my hand I keep my stacks wrapped up in them rubber bands Im gettin money boy Im gettin money boy Im gettin money boy Im gettin money boy They hate my guts hate your guts why? I be gettin it big Gotta do it fantastic with fabulous lavoushness Livin all around me Eyes are kinda cloudy 600 dollas an O Z The best trees in cali Money in my pocket b**h Wrapped in rubber bands n sh** Call me if ya got a problem get me we can plan some sh** Grab the black mask n sh** Blacked up 4 bags n sh** co*k the 4 5 up towards the sky and lets go mash a trick Or we can do it old fa**ion and cla**ic and rent out a club Bring Wyte and the six for the muthaf**ka and let us tear it up Either way we gon get the cheese by doin what we know Four five to yo eye or a crowded rowdy show (Chorus) I get money like bill collecters I shine like wheel reflectors You can talk all the trash you want ive been sprayed with hater protector I been bakin in there for breakfast with steak as the appetizer And Three Six Mafia just happens to be my financial advisor I whip black and lay back pop Os and Rolls Royces I done been up in a movie b**h sequel to choices I get calls from other movie producers wanna use my music And you better believe if i let em i get paid for doin it I be tokin on some k**a k** True and real togethers trill Considerin im the token whitey will i k** it? yes i will Lil Wytes the name ya b**h Put that in yo man*script Makin cheese and clockin grip Im talkin thats as real as it gets (Chorus)