I'm Gettin Money Lyrics

[Freck Billionaire] I'm gettin money is my explanation The lambo's milked out, No expiration (haha) And I ain't ask for a estimation I just pass the cake off, No hesitation Ya see I'm nothin like ya'll guys I just do the stuntin, Ya'll niggas fall guys And everyday I get the benny wash It's Deja Vu like Denny Wash Budget too big, Billionaire a hurt a label Play it tight, Spray the creed on the purple label Pave settings, Jacob got me linked up The Bentley wag bulletproof like a Brinks truck C.B.L, We don't care what ya homies sell Rubberband 'round the stacks like a ponytail I could meet a hoe sweeter than Damita Joe She act conceited tho (what), her numba get deleted yo I'm not a musician, But I play an instrument The ragin bull handle any kind of incident The black latex, D's can't get the print The flyin spur so fly, I had to get the Bent Got initails on the door scrap (what else), Initials on the floor mat (what else) I ain't braggin homeboy, this my format The 22's look like they ridin on 4 flats Young octopus, I carry arms I charter challengers With cavali carry-ons Freck the Billionaire I'm the 1 with the bling Got canaries on the wrist, not the ones with the wings look A real hood nigga, I got a lavish flow I could put you in the theaters like Magic though You don't want beef, You just want raps I get ya lil ass smoked like a blunt wrap C.B.L spray, What da fuck did you thought I tote the cig, But I don't mean Newport I wash my money up the laundry way I stay Gucci down even on my laundry day The linen clean, Splash ya grenadine Double blue 62 smash ya limousine You could set trip, But I got the ammo near Like a bad alibi, switchin up the Lambo gears These other rap niggas, They couldn't hold a candle near They got it all screwed up, lLike chandeliers [Fabolous] I'm gettin money is my quotation Family man, so I need the Lambo station Slick talk will put a chamber into rotation Director style, I shoot em on location My hoe's hatian, trini and croatian Ass clap louder than an Oprah ovation Double D's on her chest like Daredevil Her shoe game's at a $900 a pair level I'm in P-RADA, The color of Ricotta Cheese Please you can't tell me nada I don't share keys Nor do I give her codes I set run through records down on river road Then I switched up, posted on Palisade The Denali stay, Smellin like Cali grade I come through a couple bar, Numba 9 squirts Osama rich, That's the hard to find shirt Ya rocks keep 2 they selves, well mines flirt They 2 clean, Board of Health couldn't find dirt I'm rich bitch, And I'm screamnin it like ashy larry They call me Brinks boy, Maybe it's The cash I carry Rubberbands pop, you gon need a scrungee for me if She a jump off, Bet the chick a bungee for me I came a long way, And I still stroll the avenues Move and style, Louis V roll and travel Local nigga, You never been to Poland have you So you couldn't judge me if you was holdin gavels And I used to get the raw from Bolivia That was back when Raven Symone was Olivia I did the take-out, meanin that I ran orders I had the transporter sittin by the land borders The rocafella a make you rather do a manslaughter They goin in juniors, comin home with grand-daughters So homie if you got a weapon tote it You can't jump ship, niggas won't accept and vote it When I was doin it 4 TV, I kept it loaded Cause these hatin niggas try 2 final episode it A half of clip in ya hip, will make ya Elvis shake You'll more then moan when the bones and ya pelvis break Bentley drop cost two hundred and twelve to take Red gut, White paint, Red velvet cake (Yessss) [Fabolous talking] Now that's what you call getting ya cake and eatin it to HahahaFabolous f/ Freck Billionaire - I'm Gettin Money - http://motolyrics.com/fabolous-f-freck-billionaire/im-gettin-money-lyrics.html