Ruste Juxx - Gotta Get That Cash (GGTC) lyrics

[Hook] They call it the root of all evil Whether it's illegal or legal Gotta get that green paper with the eagle M-O-N-E-Y Just got paid, and I'm rollin' Whether it's earned or it's stolen Homie, my pockets is swollen Gotta get that cash [Verse 1] Juxx is guerilla k**a for scrilla Maintaining remaining the top billa Green bag stack higher than Godzilla M-O-N-E-Y Getting money is a habit, I can't break it I get the looting and shooting and pull papes in I'mma blast for cash 'till I'm cakin' Gotta get that cash Hustling, (?) to get dough Work out, building my muscle 'till it grow Ain't nobody blocking or stopping my cash flow I make it hot for guap, you ain't know? Big faces, big bucks, unlimited Big trucks I bought, never rented it Big shoes, windows I tinted it Bulletproof gunshots, I prevented it Cash rules everything around this man Been taking it ever since I found I can Bills high plus I got mouths to feed Contracts couple hundred thou' I need G chasing, on the run for the riches From grown heights packing guns for them snitches On the star putting big dollar wishes Hollywood, holla paparazzis taking pictures cause [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm talking buckets of duckets, some real currency Victor the ruler, the muler is my unsurance, see Stacking cheddar forever, that you can guarantee M-O-N-E-Y I love feeling 'em, peeling 'em dead presidents My bank account amount is my evidence Rearranging and changing my home residence Gotta get that cash Out in Japan, I earn yens World tour pulling in tens of millions Copping Bugattis and that 212 Benz Spreading love, sharing my ends with my friends Big estates, condos, I'm buying them Big jets, helicopters, I'm flying them Big town businesses, I'm supplying them Wick wick wack artists, I retire 'em Cash rules everything around this man Been taking it ever since I found I can Bills high plus I got mouths to feed Contracts couple hundred thou' I need 'cause [Hook] [Bridge] Benjamins, Jackson, Washington, Lincoln I be getting money 'till I'm dead and stinkin' Ain't about money, what the hell you thinkin'? M-O-N-E-Y Benjamins, Jackson, Washington, Lincoln I be getting money 'till I'm dead and stinkin' Ain't about money, what the hell you thinkin'? Gotta get that cash [Hook]