Gettin' Money

Lyrics

Yes we are, yes we are
 Ooh, we getting money - 3x
 Man, I done came a long way
 Now all my people getting money, like the song say
 Now what you know bout sleeping on old sheets, and wasn't no silk
 I was coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs, but wasn't no milk
 And when the heat was turned off, I grabbed my grandma quilt
 Man I swear times was hard, mama look what you built
 The other kids use to laugh, and say our clothes was stole
 You almost got caught, stealing games from my Nintendo
 My little brother didn't know, and I ain't say nothing
 I use to love when you bring the Jabos, and Polos with the buttons
 I gotta tell you mama dearest, I love you to death
 Made a kid from the projects, win best dressed
 I'm one of the best up out the Southwest, ES the name
 We having a ball, like a income tax check done came
 No more sitting at home, and rolling blunts all day
 Doing a in-store, I'm on to all work and no play
 Even if it's mimimum wage, at least you getting paid
 Put your drinks in the air, if you getting money (hey)
 Yes we are, getting it
 Yes we are, getting it
 (broke days, was the worst days
 Now we sip champagne, when we thirst-ay)
 Yes we are, getting it
 Yes we are, getting it
 Yes we are getting it, M-O-N-E-Y fa sho
 This for my Master P's, P. Diddy's and Russell Simmon's
 All my Snoop's and Ice Cube's, that's Hollywood pimping
 All my independent bouncers, that ain't thinking bout stopping
 Look at old J from Rap-A-Lot, he making millions from boxing
 Ain't no job oppritunities, in my community
 You don't believe me Mr. President, well come and see
 Old lady up the street, bless her heart she mad
 Cause the city built a street, cut her garden in half
 And the mayor won't answer back, heard she got cancer black
 Some can't afford treatment, how he gon explain to that
 Couldn't hold her pain back, couldn't bring her brain back
 But it still remain the facts, money could of changed that g'yeah
 Now get your money peeps, if you in the streets or a athlete
 If you jump out the gym, get insurance on your feet
 Know that pro money sweet, million dollar occupation
 In case you don't make it, homie grab your education
 Don't wanna wind up, been a should'a-would'a-could'a
 Remember no Kool-Aid, mixing water with the sugar
 People forgetting who helped em out, I ain't quitting or selling out
 Get your money coast to coast, cause we getting it down South
 (*talking*)
 Now ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
 I'd like to propose a toast, that's right
 Everyone 21 and over, grab your drinks
 Ya underage grab your Kool-Aid, cause it's still playa
 But check it out, this one here is dedicated
 To everybody who had it hard in they life
 Cause homie I know I struggled, but you know what mayn
 (Man, I done came a long way
 Now all my people getting money, like the song say)
 Man, give me my change homie

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Duration
03:51
Tempo
175 BPM

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