Gettin Money lyrics

[Intro]
(Laudiano)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Chorus]
Talkin' gettin' money only time I can relate to b*tches
I never sell no hoes' dream but I might show some fake interest
They say I'm goin' broke, b*tch, who they mistakin' me with?
Been three years and my opps still wearin' the same three 'fits
Talkin' gettin' money only time I can relate to b*tches
I never sell no hoes' dream but I might show some fake interest
They say I'm goin' broke, b*tch, who they mistakin' me with?
Been three years and my opps still wearin' the same three 'fits

[Verse 1]
She in the matrix, when I talk, b*tches fall in a simulator
Too busy gettin' money, big lobsters and steaks in my refridgerator
If my opps was feelin' froggy, they wouldn't leap 'cause they tadpoles
What you, 12? n*gga, you askin' weird questions that I don't know
I was out, up gettin' the big at the top of the mornin'
Good perky meat chokin' her out, tryna stop her from moanin'
Gang and them was the first n*ggas in the city with exotic sodas
The industry hate the Stincs, they even put the blowers on us
Please stop comparin' me to n*ggas that's tryna clone us
It's gon' be some R.I.P. shirts, not no comas
I be in the streets faithfully, n*ggas not on nothin'
I'ma keep the Yachtmaster plain, I'm not gon' flood it
For the truth, I be goin' off facts, not assumptions
Every day I wake up, I feel like I can't be [?]
Got it out the mud, the world grimy so I'ma make sure they stuck in it
Yeah, we all bosses, but you gotta play your position, the Plug
[Chorus]
Talkin' gettin' money only time I can relate to b*tches
I never sell no hoes' dream but I might show some fake interest
They say I'm goin' broke, b*tch, who they mistakin' me with?
Been three years and my opps still wearin' the same three 'fits
Talkin' gettin' money only time I can relate to b*tches
I never sell no hoes' dream but I might show some fake interest
They say I'm goin' broke, b*tch, who they mistakin' me with?
Been three years and my opps still wearin' the same three 'fits

[Verse 2]
It's been three years and my opps still wearin' the same three 'fits
Stop DM'in' me 'bout that Reginal, you can keep it
I can tell that b*tch you with not used to demons
I said I was finna bust, b*tch tried to juke the semen
Broke b*tch, 'kay, I rebuke you in the name of Jesus
I like bein' around bosses, not no famous people
Boy, I'm a king, you a peasant, we ain't equal
My whole life, all my blowers charged with DA rejects
One thing I'm big on is respect
Disrespect the Plug, give you somethin' to regret
I'm like a janky referee 'cause you know I keep TECs
One thing ain't gon' fly with the Plug is weak head
The Plug keep loaf like Sara Lee bread
I be sayin' light sh*t that go over these n*ggas' head
f*ck all the opps and I said what I said
How you broke and you got money from Ed, Edd and EDD?
[Chorus]
Talkin' gettin' money only time I can relate to b*tches
I never sell no hoes' dream but I might show some fake interest
They say I'm goin' broke, b*tch, who they mistakin' me with?
Been three years and my opps still wearin' the same three 'fits
Talkin' gettin' money only time I can relate to b*tches
I never sell no hoes' dream but I might show some fake interest
They say I'm goin' broke, b*tch, who they mistakin' me with?
Been three years and my opps still wearin' the same three 'fits