We Be Getting Money. 24/7 On Our Grezzy thats how we hustle, ya. We Be Getting Money. We Be Getting Money. We Be Getting Money. Over Here We Getting
(feat. The Madd Rapper) [Madd Rapper] The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G
my money rap hustling [Verse 2] Me and Baby virgin thigh he beef when we creeping swerving yo Benz every night no rest and no sleeping we hustle serious with this rap like we
gotta fight for money they owe me And they wonder why we riot in the damn streets They can't hold us down we getting all that money And watch what I
wanted to be major paid I turned on my TV and then I seen you kissin on Flava Flav We was both fans of UGK, we was both dreaming bout ridin blades While
by the feds My talent barely recognized like Kravitz without his dreads Sprinkle my ashes all over Big Lez after I die 'Cause Chino been the illest since I was juvenile, ha I make cash money
hard to find, I'm on that thug.com If the block is hot I be chillin in the shade You can call me on 1-900-break bread Or 1-800-getting paid but don't
you know, we like our Benzes and our Cadillacs We wearing so much bling, we give em cataracts Down South, Dirty Third 3rd Coast, mayn we got them birds
frame without metronomes Niggaz want money, we send they ass home Without cab fare after my dick get blown The sign says no smoking so we smoke The bill
like we feel, then y'all niggaz real Cause we feel like this here [B.G.:] I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me I feel like someone wanna be B.G. I feel
I can see, niggas don't want that fast money Don't wanna be looking over the shoulders with the fast, money Better dash, money, if ya bitch wanna talk
the rest of my days getting paid If I had a dime for every time Somebody tried to insult my game I'd be in the islands doing fine Counting money sipping
my uncle KC He's a Magnolia soldier Be in 10 in Angola Shoot out in that 'Nolia Knock ya head off ya shoulders [Juvenile:] I ain't about no playin When
We broke up, *****es was starin at my chain Dude was ****in you but starin at my name But we aint gotta entertain all that Back like we never left, we
came back now you bitches upset ?, Niggas know how we getting it, cuz we getting it on, Keep em' coming, keep on gettin it bitch my money is long, [
they daughter was scaring em I speak fat me and you bitch we got our life on track And if I ever leave from you I'll be right back [Juvenile (Chorus