Fabolous - I'm Gettin' Money ft. Freck Billionaire lyrics

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(Freck B. Verse 1)

Im gettin money heres my explanation

The Lambo is Milked out No expiration

and i aint ask for an estimation

i just pass the cake off, No hesitation. Ya' see im nothing like

yall guys, i just do the stuntin' yall niggas fall guys, And everyday i get the Benny washed, its Deja Vu' like Denny Wash

The Budgets too big Billionaire'll hurt a label, Play it tight spray the creed on the Purple label,

Pave' set me and Jacob got me linked up, The bentley wag' bullet proof like a Brinks truck, CVL we dont care wat ya homies sell

Rubberbands round' the stacks like a ponytail, I can meet a hoe sweeter then Damita Joe, she act conceited tho her number get deleted yo

Im not a musician but i play a instrument, The raging bull handle any kind of incident, The Black latex D's cant get the prints

The Flying Spur so fly i had to get the Bent.

Got initials on the door scrappy

initials on the floormats

i aint braggin' homeboy this my format, The 22's look like they ridin' on four flats.

Young octopus i carry arms

I charter challengers wit' Cavali carry-on's, Freck Billionaire im the one with the bling, Got canaries on the wrist, not the one's wit the wings, Look a real hood nigga

I got a Lavish flow

I can put you in the Theater's like Magic tho

You dont want beef, you just want rap

Ill get ya little ass smoked like a blunt wrap, CVL spray what the fuck did you thought

I tote the Sig but i dont mean Newport, I wash my money up the laundry way, i stay gucci'd down even on my laundry day

The linen clean, splash of Grenadine

The double blue sixty two smash ya limousine, You can set trip but i got the ammo' near

A bad Alibi switching up the Lambo Gears, these other rap niggas they couldnt hold the candle near

They got it all screwed up like Chandaleirs

(Fabolous verse 2)

Im gettin' money is my Quotation

Family man so i need the Lambo-Station, Slick talk'll put a chamber into rotation, directors style i shoot em on location

My hoes Haitian, trini and Croatian

ass clap louder than a Oprah ovation

Double D's on her chest like Dare Devil, her shoe games at a Nine hundred a pair level, Im in Pete Rotta the color of Ricotta, Cheese please you cant tell me nada

I dont 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, A couple bar number nine squirts, Osama rich thats the hard to find shirt.

Ya' rocks keep to they self well mines flirt, They too clean board of health couldn't find dirt

Im rich bitch and im screamin' it like Ashy Larry, they call me brinks boy maybe its the cash i carry.

Rubberbands pop you gon' need a scrungee for me, if she a jumpoff

bet the chick Bungee for me.

I came a long way and i still stroll the Avenue, Move in style Louis V rollin travel, Local nigga you never been to poland have you? so you couldnt judge me if you was holding gavels, And i used to get the Raw from Bolivia, that was back when Raven Simone was Olivia.

I did the take out, meaning that i ran orders, I had the transporters sittin' by the Land borders.

The Roc a Fella make you rather do a manslaughter, they goin in juniors

comin' home wit grandaughters.

So homie if you got a weapon

Tote it, you cant jump ship niggas wont accept you boat it.

When i was doin it for TV i kept it loaded, cause these hatin' niggas tryna' final episode it.

A half a clip in ya hip'll make ya elvis shake you'll wanna moan when the bones in ya' pelvis break.

Bentley drop cost two-hundred and twelve to take, red gut, white paint, Red Velvet cake

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Thanks to capo101 for these lyrics

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