Gettin Money
Lyrics
I still wake up go and get it
Youngin on a mission
Cuz when niggas was eating they left
Me to do the dishes but I'm different
I still put ‘em on just to show ‘em right
I used to be the dark child
But now I glow at night
I keep a Omelly by my
Side because we both alike
Try and keep that nigga out the
Field cuz he be throwin' white
Dishin' d, tryna get rich as me
I'm worth a couple million man that
Shit was meant to be
20 gold chains on, shit I think I'm Mr t
If I could live my life again
I wouldn't do it differently
Prolly bring my father back
Just so he could witness me
Back up in my zone I
Swear my haters is history
Bitches say they missin' me
I never fall for it
Cuz they just miss the money
They know I go hard for it
And if my niggas need it
I tell ‘em come for it
Cuz when it comes to me, they
Shootin' like a small forward, swish
My life is realer than I can explain
Shootin' out with killers and
Choppin' em things
Tryna make a killin from rockin the cake
From the feds and niggas
That dropping them names
They locked me in chains
Niggas took shots with my frame
In Killadelphia were bodies be
Dropping like rain
Where bodies be dropping like rain
In Killadelphia were bodies be
Dropping like rain
I say that meek shall inherit the earth
So I'ma own this bitch until
I'm buried in dirt
I only roll with nigga that'll
Carry me to my hearse
Blesses for my grandma
She carried me to that church
And I don't know why
I just feel like I'm the one
They label me a victim but
Now look what I become
Or should I say became
I don't do it for the fame
I'm from where they never make it
But I went against the grain
Charges riding against my name
Assasination to my character life's a bitch
She cheated on me but I married her
Niggas getting murdered
This shit is getting scarier
Dodging all the pot holes
Jumping all the barriers and if she a bitch
I feel like I just got in that pussy
Shorty wanna be a star
That's why she popping that pussy
She trying to win so she hang amongst winners
That's why I take the time just
To pray at mom's dinner
Cause I remember, cold nights not the winter
Not the weather, I'm talk about within us
Cause for that money, sins they get committed
And friends they get to splittin'
Divided just like division
So eryday that I wake up
My undivided attention
It goes to getting that cake up
And staying out of the prisons
The system made me stronger
And being broke just gave me my hunger
I'm gone!
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, John Jackson, Sean Seaton
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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