DJ DRAMA & FABOLOUS - I’m Getting Money lyrics

rate me

Yea I'm gettin money is my explanation(

The lambo's milked out, No expiration

And I ain't ask for a estimation

I just pass the cake off, No hesitation

Ya see I'm nothin like ya'll guys

I just do the stuntin, Ya'll niggas fall guys

And everyday I get the benny washed

It's Deja Vu like Denny Wash

Budget too big, Billionaire a hurt a label

Play it tight, Spray the creed on the purple label

*Pave* settings, Jacob got me linked up

The Bentley wag bulletproof like a Brinks truck

C.B.L, We don't care what ya homies sell

Rubberband 'round the stacks like a ponytail

I could meet a hoe sweeter than Damita Joe

She act conceited tho, *her numba get deleted yo*

I'm not a musician, But I play an instrument

The ragin bull handle any knid of incident

The black latex, these can't get the print

The flyin spur so fly, I had to get the Bent

Got initails on the door scrap, Initials on the floor mat

I ain't braggin homeboy, Dis my format

The 22's look like they ridin on 4 flats

Young octopus, I carry arms

I charter challengers challenges, With cavali carry-ons

Freck Billionaire, I'm the 1 with the bling

Got canaries on the wrist, Not the ones with the wings

look A real hood nigga, I got a lavish flow

I could put you in the theaters like Magic tho

You don't want beef, You just want *reps*

I get ya lil ass smoked like a blunt wrap

C.B.L spray, What da fuck did you thought

I tote the cig, But I don't mean newport

I wash my money up the laundry way

I stay guccied Gucci down even on my laundry day

The linen clean, Splash ya grenadine

Double blue 62 smash ya limousine

You could set trip, But I got the ammo near

Like a bad allibi, Switchin up the lambo gears

These other rap niggas, They could'nthold a candle near

They got it all screwed up, Like chandeliers

I'm gettin money is my quotation

Family man, So I need the lambo station

Slick talk will put a chamber into rotation

Director style, I shoot em on location

My hoe's hatian, trini and croatian

Ass clap louder than an Oprah ovation

Double D's on her chest like Daredevil

her Shoe games at a $900 a pair level

I'm in P-RADA, The color of Ricotta

Cheese, Please you can't tell me nada

I don't share keys, Nor do I give her codes

I set run through records down on river road

Then I switched up, Posted on Palisade

The Denali stay, Smellin like Cali grade

I come through A couple bar, Numba 9 squirts

Osama rich, That's the hard to find shirt

Ya rocks keep 2 they selves, Well mines flirt

They 2 clean, Board of Health couldn't find dirt

I'm rich bitch, And I'm screamnin it like ashy larry

They call me Brinks boy, Maybe it's The cash I carry

Rubberbands pop, You gon need a scrungee for me

if She a jump off, Bet the chick a bungee for me

I came a long way, And I still stroll the avenues

Move and style, Louis V roll and travel

Local nigga, You never been to Poland have you,

So you couldn't judge me if you was holdon gavels

And I used to get the raw from Bolivia

That was back when Raven Symone was olivia

I did the take-out, Meanin that I ran orders

I had the transporter sittin by the land borders

The rocafella a make you rather do a manslaughter

They goin in juniors, comin home with grand-daughters

So homie if you got a weapon tote it

You can't jump ship, Niggas won't accept and vote it

When I was doin it 4 t.v, I kept it loaded

Cause these hatin niggas try 2 final episode it

A half of clip in ya hip, will make ya Elvis shake

You'll more then moan when the bones and ya pelvis break

Benny drop cost two hundred and twelve to take

Red gut, White paint, Red velvet cake

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