Supreme
Supreme - Gettin Money lyrics
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Feat. Jclay, And Swateezy [Chorus - Supreme] Ha, you know we we We gettin money I'm stackin paper to the ceiling cuz We gettin money I got you niggas lookin silly cuz We gettin money And all the time we, all the time We gettin money [Repeat] [Verse 1 - JClay] Loan get the product Product get the paper Got that paper and that plastic So it's haaa to the haters Ba Baaa to the haters Fade away, I'm gettin little Wallet in my pocket Money in the middle Watch thangs change Now she laugh at my riddles U can't have my bread But can take this pickle Make it rain? No I make it drizzle Penny, dime, nickel, nickel, ha I'm cheap ho That way I keep mo Money than a free thow Nigga call me chee-to Cuz it ain't easy Yes it is Oh u got debt? U need clothes for yo kids? All man That's how u live Tell em Supreme (Man fuck them kids) Ah, that's disrespectful I feel sorry for you God gone bless you And I'm gone party for you [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Supreme] I talk it like I get it get it Guilty and I won't get acquitted Hustling everything in my city Pimp and I make her pop her titty Run with them gangsters handling they business Come on down and pay us a visit Done sell dope but I'm so dope I promise I'm keeping you lifted It's no joke I won't go broke I'm always collecting commission Roll solo when I hit the store And I never have a restriction That's a no no so don't go bro You can't keep up you need to condition I need four hoes in a hotel With no doze that's completing my mission I'm getting paper Paper balling like the Lakers Haters break them off like breakers And waiters tell them all see you later I'm a boss I paid the cost for this So play your roll don't cross me trick Now pay attention and come and watch me floss a bit [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Swateezy] I'm throwin 3 stacks no outkast because we do it big boi That fast cash I earned my stripes, tiger with a bit that Siegfried and Roy I don't play boy no Hugh Heffner, killin bitches that helter skelter The roof gone but she give me dome you can say she gave this dude shelter Damn ya boy special Mr. TakeYoGirlfriend Take her to my crib she blowin harder then a whirlwind Bitch it's Slip, Nuff Said I'm throwin up bread like my stomach upset Uh, we in this bitch like a c-section I got a smart phone so I get brain while I'm textin And she so good with the intellect So I came to her chin like a turtle neck [Chorus]