To This Money lyrics

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
My old b*tch bad, my old b*tch drive a foreign
I know the opp team mad at us, we be scoring
My shooter got the [?], leave the hood scortching
Make 50, put up 25 for your lawyer
I got a lotta game for free, a lot was certain
Pressing b*tches for the pus*y, that got old to me
My December baby b*tch think she too cold to me
I'll have my [?] f*ck a n*gga out this [?]
Can't go back broke, I don't know what breaks are
I'm a trap all star, I know where the J's are
You can catch your [?], prosecutor racist
You ain't gotta read that sh*t, it's a statement
My new b*tch, she a ten, but she [?] thick
My new b*tch a [?] b*tch, driving spaceships
Monеy leaves falling off the tree, wе gon' rake them
I don't even eat pork, I bring home bacon
Like a young daughter contract, he gon' shoot him
For the witness, say something, he gon' mute him
I can't stop f*cking on these b*tches, they be choosing
You done give that b*tch a Percocet, she abuse it

[Chorus: Emodest]
Getting to this money
Rich baller way
I know I'm the sh*t by the way
I've been getting to this money
Balling, for sure
You know we up, check the score
Getting to this money
I know they mad, I took the need
Getting to this money
I know they mad, I took the need
I've been getting to this money
[Verse 2: AllStar JR]
The hoes go disappointing at every chance
This work never did, it jump like Ja Morant
I ain't had no chips, not even a dollar bag
He ain't need no bets, go buy him a hollow hat
f*ck n*gga, I ain't go on trips when I was packing up
Came up off work, n*gga, bird gang backing up
Clip her wings if this bird brain get to acting up
Fiends off they sh*t, wanna get high, ain't ask for us
Levels to this sh*t, could turn a pebble to a brick
You wanna spend some money, boy, do better than the b*tch
In the kitchen cheffin', n*gga, wear my metal for this sh*t
If the rex don't work, I'll break a kettle in this b*tch
Love your b*tch pus*y, but I hate what her sh*t do to me
Hate counting the blues, but I love what they do for me
Travis Scott 1's, n*gga, that's a stack of shoe on me
Who wanna have ear right now? n*gga, I got two on me
Call the phone, I got boes for the cheap
This ain't no bullsh*t, have your whole hood sleep
Heard your whole hood telling, got the whole hood sweeped
Ain't nobody getting rich, 'cause your whole hood cheap, n*gga


[Chorus: Emodest]
Getting to this money
Rich baller way
I know I'm the sh*t by the way
I've been getting to this money
Balling, for sure
You know we up, check the score
Getting to this money
I know they I took the need
Getting to this money
I know they mad I took the need
I've been getting to this money