Gettin' To the Money Lyrics

Okay I wake up In the morning brush my teeth and count the money. Stack up all the hundreds and let my b**ch get all the twenties. FBI watching and I really think it's funny. B**ch I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money. B**ch I'm getting to the money. I'm getting to the money. B**ch I'm getting to the money get getting to the money. B**ch I'm getting to the money. The money getting to me. I bake the cookie. Shape the cookie. Cook it proper, I'm the cookie monster. My mama screaming. She said you tripping negro, cause I use the same the same pot she use to cook the dinner.Gudda Gudda - Gettin' To the Money - http://motolyrics.com/gudda-gudda/gettin-to-the-money-lyrics.html