D'will the Voice - Getn to Da Money (feat. 9hunnit Racko)

I be getn to da money
Getn to da money
Getn to da money
I be duckin dodgin feds
Duckin dodgin feds
Duckin dodgin feds
I be gettin to money I be stackin up that bread
Niggas actin like they tough niggas knowin dat they scared
I be really hittin licks I be duckin dodgin feds
Say I need to calm it down this money gettin to my head
I be gettin to money I be stackin up that bread
Niggas actin like they tough niggas knowin dat they scared
I be really hittin licks I be duckin dodgin feds
Say I need to calm down this money gettin to my head
Stay away from me wit that fake shit
When you see me don't say shit
We use to be homies
But now you a phony
Find you somebody to play wit
How you niggas be switchin I don't understand
Show me respect beause I am the man
I am the same wherever I stand
I can back up everything that I'm saying
Keep stackin that bread that's part of my plan
And I'ma keep hustlin as hard as I can
Don't come at me wit nun less than a band
Cause I would run off in Yo house
Put the big 40 all up in yo mouth
Spill blood all over yo couch
So don't even ask me what this is about
I would do anything when inna drought
So stop actin like you tough knowin yo ass you scared
Don't let this music fool ya I'll leave yo ass dead
So lay down on da ground I just want da bread
But if try some slick shit to yo head
I be gettin to money I be stackin up that bread
Niggas actin like they tough niggas knowin dat they scared
I be really hittin licks I be duckin dodgin feds
Say I need to calm down this money gettin to my head
I be gettin to money I be stackin up that bread
Niggas actin like they tough niggas knowin dat they scared
I be really hittin licks I be duckin dodgin feds
Say I need to calm down this money gettin to my head
It's Racko
One thang I'ma do keep my foot on they motha fuckin neck
I'ma get to the motha fuckin money without breakin a motha fuckin sweat
I be all in da trap wit it duckin and dodgin da motha fuckin feds
If a nigga think Racko a lick hit his ass wit some motha fuckin led
I run it up on these bitches I'ma keep on stackin til they throw the flag in
I was broker than a bitch down on my dick yeah that was back then
Now I'm trapn like a motha fucka I got plenty junkies bringn that cash in
Yeah my pockets full of Jacksons
Done made a hunnit up in traffick
Aye
One thang about me Ian fucked up bout no cash cause lit bitch I got plenty
So much bread in my mfn pocket a young nigga name should be jiffy
And Ian worried bout shit they know a young nigga strapped up wit that glizzy
And I'ma keep getn to this motha fuckin money until Ian got nothin left in me
I be gettin to money I be stackin up that bread
Niggas actin like they tough niggas knowin dat they scared
I be really hittin licks I be duckin dodgin feds
Say I need to calm down this money gettin to my head
I be gettin to money I be stackin up that bread
Niggas actin like they tough niggas knowin dat they scared
I be really hittin licks I be duckin dodgin feds
Say I need to calm down this money gettin to my head

Written by:
CHARLES LLOYD, JOSHUA ALEXANDER, WILLIAM ALEXANDER

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