Gettin’ Money lyrics

[Chorus: Strap]
Imma work my move
Show you how to do
Time and time again, time and time again
We gon get it in
Bunch of young n*ggas gettin money over here
Lean in the cup, Kush in the air
Bunch of young n*ggas gettin money over here
Got b*tches on the poll, got dollars everywhere

[Verse 1: Strap]
I got that real money
I got that make 'm go kill money
I pour it real muddy
I like them b*tches that's real sl*tty
Know it's a bunch of us
Get so much money, we could fill a buss
Roll up the weed, we got plenty blunts
Twistin your fingers, you better cover up
Comin through this b*tch with my top off
Real red bottoms, you got knock offs
Got chargers at the house like a trap house
Talk to a n*gga, he ain't cash out
My n*gga Dolph pull the racks out, f*ck with us, I pull the guns out
Sippin Lean till a young n*gga pass out
Gettin crazy, f*ck n*gga, get your mask out
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Imma work my move, Imma bust my tool
Imma rock my jewls, I don't play by the rules
I might f*ck your b*tch, send the b*tch to school
Might send that b*tch through
The airport with a hundred in the luggage
Winter time I got the top back like f*ck it
Might pull up in a forign, might land on a jet
Pull up on your b*tch, and she instantly wet
Tell the promoter I need 10 pints of syrup
Cause I don't like mine wet
Woke up, wasn't spendin enough money, so I went and got another motherf*ckin Rolex
Rich young n*gga in the hood takin orders, so tell me what you wanna get
Thugger just called me and asked what I could do with 300 pounds of that light green

[Chorus: Strap]
Imma work my move
Show you how to do
Time and time again, time and time again
We gon get it in
Bunch of young n*ggas gettin money over here
Lean in the cup, Kush in the air
Bunch of young n*ggas gettin money over here
Got b*tches on the poll, got dollars everywhere