Gettin’ To The Money lyrics

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Okay I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and count the money
Stack up all the hundreds, let my b*tch get all the twenties
FBI is watching and I really think it's funny
b*tch, I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money
b*tch, I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money
b*tch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
b*tch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
b*tch, I'm gettin' to the money, the money getting to me

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I bake the cookie
Shape the cookie
Cook it proper, I'm the cookie monster
My mama screaming
She said you tripping n*gga, 'c-cause I use the same pot she use to cook the dinner
A hundred degrees outside, my wrist is winter
Feather ram, when I whip it, I am no beginner
f*ck a bank account, the money, I gotta hide it
Cause if the feds had a clue, I woulda been indicted
Its money over bullsh*t n*gga
And you cannot bullsh*t a bullsh*tter n*gga
I'm countin' all the money 'til my hands get the paper cuts
I see you hatin' but, I got my paper up

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Okay, I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and count the money
Stack up all the hundreds, let my b*tch get all the twenties
FBI is watching and I really think it's funny
b*tch, I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money
b*tch, I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money
b*tch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
b*tch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
b*tch, I'm gettin' to the money, the money getting to me
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz!
Hot damn hoe, here we go again
The bag weigh a gram, money all in my opinion
Yeah, we getting rich, and we the sh*t, like true
When you walk in, you can smell us in the room
In a room full of goons, all the girls go wild
We murk they style, then we wore furs to the trial
It's been a long time since I had court dates
Like Weezy said, long bread, no short cake
Like Gudda said, I let my b*tch get all the twenties
Soon as I turn my back, that b*tch put 50 in her titties
The FBI watching, and I really think it's silly
I got my old girl a cab, and my new b*tch a Bentley

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Okay, I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and count the money
Stack up all the hundreds, let my b*tch get all the twenties
FBI is watching and I really think it's funny
b*tch, I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money
b*tch, I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money
b*tch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
b*tch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
b*tch, I'm gettin' to the money, the money getting to me

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
So, I got a phone call from my n*gga up in jail
He said he need some money and some flicks sent in the mail
So, I hopped up out the bed, didn't turn my swagger on
I just hopped up in my whip then I dropped my package off
I am gettin' to the money, the money getting to me
And I will die before I'm broke, that's just the way it gotta be
Its 5:30 in the morning and the cluckas still comin'
The task force circlin', the block still jumpin'
P-pocket full of money, in my sock I got a onion
Them people come back round here, I ain't talkin' I'm just runnin'
C-central bookin? No
See that fence, I'm gon' be jumpin'
Then lay low by a b*tch and get some head then count the money
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Okay, I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and count the money
Stack up all the hundreds, let my b*tch get all the twenties
FBI is watching and I really think it's funny
b*tch, I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money
b*tch, I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money
b*tch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
b*tch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
b*tch, I'm gettin' to the money, the money getting to me