(feat. Sunshine Anderson)



[Petey Pablo]

Getcha money, it's tha come up

Nada nada, get the whole thing

Do it big.. yeaaaaaaaaaaaa



[Petey Pablo]

Time is tickin', with a hole in the hourglass

Startin' guns, been five

And I ain't tryin to come in last

Ain't no need for me to be upset

And ain't no need for you to be mad

If a man got his own pad

And whether he want forty-karat

He gonna have to do that there, prove yourself

The greed words, you had that there

What a dream, he would always had

And it ain't right, but that's the way it is

In this life, you don't get to deal

You can climb to the roulette wheel

I want something I can leave my kids

The memories of what they wish their daddy had did

If I could leave them all a couple of mill

And show em how this cruel world can really get the best of a nigga

I'd show em life through the eyes of a demon

The only thing that matters is the root of all evil



[Chorus: Sunshine Anderson (Petey Pablo)]

Getcha money made (getcha meoney), it's tha come up (it's tha come up)

Not a little bit (nada nada), get the whole thing (get the whole thing)

Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa)

We just wanted it, tha come up

[This time through added libs by Sunshine Anderson]

Getcha money made (getcha meoney), it's tha come up (it's tha come up)

Not a little bit (nada nada), get the whole thing (get the whole thing)

Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa)

We just wanted it, tha come up



[Petey Pablo]

I aint got time to be bothered with ya'll

I got a hundred problems and there's only one way I'm gonna solve em

I'm gonna have to get my grind on

Hustlin' and using my muscle tryin to bring the prize home

I ain't the only nigga with issues and I know that

But I ain't concerned with nobody's issues by mine Jack

I invented jail, invited(??) em back

Hell, I'm still in that

The only thing left now is six feet of cold black

Flower bringin' and church singin'

In a grave stiffed up and stankin'

And you can tell that I've been thinkin' can't cha(can't cha)

Now maybe you can understand my anger

And while I'm still out there candy slangin'

And while I'm out there, chasin' them banks

And why I gotta smoke a pound of dank

You never know when your day gonna be your last day

Better get this money when it should've been made (maaade)



[Chorus]



[Petey Pablo]

I'm sorry it had to come to this (to this)

I know I'm really disrespecting your family members

That really love to care

It ain't ya'll, cause ya'll know me better than this

I guess it's just the way that I'm is

And maybe I'm a deadbeat kid

Maybe I really don't deserve to live

Maybe they should have gave me life in prison

Only takin' what they give me

Cause out here, I'm stuck in menace

Cause out here, I'm a threat to niggas

I'm like smokin' and pumpin' gas

Light the fire loose to the filter (whew)

You don't feel the vibe we givin'

Cause if you'd did, you'd done been the hell up

You'd done been stickin' ahead of your business

You'd of been, shittin' embarrassed to hit me

You'd of been, sent them boys to get me

Nah ah ah

And I don't repent cause I ain't that nigga

And anything I done, I meant it (you meant it, you meant it)



[Chorus x2]



[Sunshine Anderson]

Getch yo money made

Getch yo money made