Текст песни Getting To The Money - Flvme
Gotta
get
this
money
Gotta
get
me
some,
yeah
Gotta
get
this
money
Gotta
get
me
some,
yeah
Gotta
get
me
some,
yeah
Gotta
get
this
money
Gotta
get
me
some,
yeah
Gotta
get
this
money
Gotta
get
me
some,
yeah
Gotta
get
this
money
Gotta
get
me
some,
yeah
Gotta
get
this
money
Gotta
get
me
some,
yeah
Smokin'
on
some
trees
yeah
yеah
yeah
And
it's
still
fuck
the
police
yеah
yeah
yeah
I'll
be
countin'
up
the
cheese
yeah
yeah
yeah
I,
swear
my
life
at
ease
yeah
yeah
yeah
Wake
up
in
the
mornin'
screamin'
"Hallelujah"
Gettin'
all
this
money,
don't
you
let
'em
fool
you
I've
been
gettin'
to
the
money
it
ain't
nothin'
new
yeah
Tell
'em
"Fuck
the
haters"
yeah
we
fuckin'
did
yeah
Movin'
too
fast
ayy
But
I
sip
too
slow
yeah
Count
up
the
racks
yeah
Then
run
up
some
more
yeah
You
already
know
yeah
Young
nigga
gettin'
that
dough
Gettin'
that
money
with
all
my
woes
yeah
Can't
give
a
fuck
about
hoes
yeah
Nigga
you
trippin',
you
ain't
never
caught
me
slippin',
yeah
Young
and
I
get
it,
ayy
Nigga
get
out
your
feelings,
yeah
I
got
the
business,
I
got
the
cake
and
I
got
the
biscuits
Niggas
is
bitches,
do
anything
to
get
my
attention
Dwayne
Johnson
on
you
niggas,
lil'
baby
love
the
way
I
rock,
yeah
And
she
in
love
with
the
way
I
eat
up
and
beat
up
the
box,
yeah
I
got
some
lean
in
the
back
and
I
got
all
the
weed
in
my
sock
You
askin'
too
many
questions,
you
startin'
to
sound
like
a
cop
yeah
Smokin'
on
some
trees
yeah
yeah
yeah
And
it's
still
fuck
the
police
yeah
yeah
yeah
I'll
be
countin'
up
the
cheese
yeah
yeah
yeah
I,
swear
my
life
at
ease
yeah
yeah
yeah
Wake
up
in
the
mornin'
screamin'
"Hallelujah"
Gettin'
all
this
money,
don't
you
let
'em
fool
you
I've
been
gettin'
to
the
money
it
ain't
nothin'
new
yeah
Tell
'em
"Fuck
the
haters"
yeah
we
fuckin'
did
yeah
Yeah,
they
know
me
as
Westside
A
4-5
with
the
ice
cream
man
Visit
[?]
in
the
summer,
hella
mama
a
lil'
close
in
the
sand
Give
me
that
perfect
head,
until
that
aeroplane
lands
We
don't
even
need
a
bed,
we
don't
even
want
one
here
yeah
yeah
Niggas
hate
me
for
the
chip
up
on
my
shoulder
I
look
like
I
sell
bricks
and
smell
like
Tom
Ford
Oud
Wood
I
had
to
sit
and
think
then
I
just
had
to
pause,
yeah
yeah
Ain't
a
party
unless
one
of
us
just
throw
up,
yeah
Niggas
wanna
fight,
I
just
want
bread
All
of
my
bitches
have
sex
dawg,
I
don't
wanna
leave
my
bed
Forever
in
love
with
the
paper,
go
find
me
I
need
to
get
fed
No
bitch
could
ever
touch,
I'm
smokin'
on
Smokin'
on
some
trees
yeah
yeah
yeah
And
it's
still
fuck
the
police
yeah
yeah
yeah
I'll
be
countin'
up
the
cheese
yeah
yeah
yeah
I,
swear
my
life
at
ease
yeah
yeah
yeah
Wake
up
in
the
mornin'
screamin'
"Hallelujah"
Gettin'
all
this
money,
don't
you
let
'em
fool
you
I've
been
gettin'
to
the
money
it
ain't
nothin'
new
yeah
Tell
'em
"Fuck
the
haters"
yeah
we
fuckin'
did
yeah
Gotta
get
this
money
Gotta
get
me
some,
yeah
Gotta
get
this
money
Gotta
get
me
some,
yeah
Gotta
get
this
money
Gotta
get
me
some,
yeah
Gotta
get
this
money
Gotta
get
me
some
1 Dead Or Alive Intro
2 FaceTime
3 How Long
4 Getting To The Money
5 Hit Me Up
6 Sin City
7 All In
8 Buddy
9 Jus' A Lil' Outro
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