Jadakiss - We Gettin Money ft Trae Tha Truth lyrics

rate me

I go up, I go up in things

I go up, I go up in things

I go up, I go up in things

I go up, I go up

I still got money strapped to my clothes

Fucking with this trunk I got it won’t close

chain on my dick, lit it up and just pose

Time on this watch I got just froze

I’m an asshole you know how shit goes

Ball like Derek, top that just rose

Rolling with a bitch surrounded by foes

She should have ever started, way that bitch blows

Suicide, somebody close the doors

I only let the money fly like taking the trip

You know we out of control, taking a slip

If he checking on me, he taking the clip

… money in the duffle bag, yeah it’s packed up

Should have been on rack city, how I’m racked up

Tell them I’m here to make a movie, act up

Still king of the city, fall back

Swag on some other shit like he all that

Everything a nigga roll in, all black

Nigga if I ain’t the truth, what you call that?

I don’t know but I know I’m still payin

… all hoes get played

All on a nigga head like a set of clippers

Never been no competition that I can’t fade

Got money but I’m still trying to get more

In the club, …that I won’t go

Fuck grinding… I’m about the stove…

I, I, I ain’t the one but I’ll show this paper

Fuck I’ma show this paper, … I’ma blow this paper

I go up, I go up in things

I go up, I go up in things

I go up, I go up in things

I go up, I go up

In the hood with that iron tucked

In that trap but nigga I ain’t stuck

Life’s a bitch nigga then I ain’t fuck

When it come to bricks nigga I buys em up

Made your money, I’m getting paid

Hitting bitches, I’m getting laid

Hiding out when the police gonna raid

Riding out when I lift that gauge

Talking keys nigga get that way

Fans love me when I hit that stage

Same book nigga different page

Yeah it’s purple but it’s different haze

More pipes, the insides is suede

Yeah, it’s custom I got that made

Keep the blinky, I got that blade

Keep the aces, I got that spade

Feel like Big when we spit that bone

Cop the bricks nigga, get that home

Got the bitch nigga get that dome

Cop the six, you need a clip and chrome

You don’t touch me when I’m in that zone

Dog is hungry I’ma get that bone

Coke is yelling when that brick is good

The wizard of Oz can’t get you home

I go up, I go up in things

I go up, I go up in things

I go up, I go up in things

I go up, I go up.

Thanks to Ron for correcting these lyrics