Gettin’ Money lyrics

[Intro]
(K.E. on the Track)

[Verse 1]
Okay, I walked inside the club with my golds on (Golds on)
These b*tches in my V.I.P., you know what goes on (Goes on)
You got me 'bout to take my shirt off, she rollin' tryna party (Party)
She said she wanted a threesome, and then I meet her girl named Molly (Molly)
I said, "Oh, no, woah-woah, damn-damn, oh-oh"
Her jaw locked when my balls dropped, then she really started to chow down
Her head game was the meanest, it make me a paraplegic
That pill kicked in like thirty minutes, she start havin' a seizure
So what, n*gga? You got a attitude, f*ck you and your demeanor
I'm partyin' to death, I make a mess, you gotta clean up
Oh, my bad, 'cause I'm actin' like a peanut
All you see at the top in V.I.P. is these nuts

[Chorus]
(Oh) I'm gettin' money (Oh), what's a stack? (Oh)
You see me gettin' money (Oh), what's a stack? (Oh)
Been gettin' money (Oh), what's a stack? (Oh)
Let me show you how (Oh) a real n*gga throw these racks (Racks)
Throw these racks (Racks)
Real n*gga throw these racks (Racks)
Throw these racks (Hahaha)
Real n*gga throw these racks
[Verse 2]
Okay, I'm outside, n*ggas hatin', they tried to key my car
They done f*cked 'round, made me mad, I'm about to buy the bar
Order more shots, more liquor, more hoes, no n*ggas
Sneak all 'em out the back door, they packed on packed, they rollin' with us
Damn, my chain might glitter, this boy be from Virginia
And she tell your ass to stop, but she don't say that when I'm in her
Haha, 'cause I-hi, I kick that sh*t, my ninja
My Cartier is winter, your shawty is my dinner
I met a bad b*tch at the Starbucks
Straight to the telly, that's a star f*ck
Tens, fifties, and them hunnids
I ain't talkin' numbers, b*tch, I'm talkin' money

[Chorus]
(Oh) I'm gettin' money (Oh), what's a stack? (Oh)
You see me gettin' money (Oh), what's a stack? (Oh)
Been gettin' money (Oh), what's a stack? (Oh)
Let me show you how (Oh) a real n*gga throw these racks (Racks)
Throw these racks (Racks)
Real n*gga throw these racks (Hahaha)
Throw these racks (Yeah)
Real n*gga throw these racks (Look)

[Verse 3]
Let me stop the talkin', gon' and pop that sh*t for daddy
A n*gga got his money up, you know I gotta live it up
And all my money stacked in my attic
A little belligerent, I'm crazy, *cough*, I'm coughin' like an asthmatic
And n*ggas claimin' they bad, but, b*tch n*gga, you know I'm the baddest
Shake it, shake it, shake it in my face
Give a damn about your name, but I care about your waist, ha
Naked, naked, girl, I want your birthday cake
f*ck you talkin' 'bout celibate, we gon' celebrate
[Chorus]
(Oh) I'm gettin' money (Oh), what's a stack? (Oh)
You see me gettin' money (Oh), what's a stack? (Oh)
Been gettin' money (Oh), what's a stack? (Oh)
Let me show you how (Oh) a real n*gga throw these racks (Racks)
Throw these racks (Racks)
Real n*gga throw these racks (Racks)
Throw these racks (Racks)
Real n*gga throw these racks