G.Ozzy - Getting Money (feat. Trap Hardaway)

Face and Body like a goddess
Boujie but she modest
She Like my swag and how I drip
She like my Ebonics
People hating so I keep stick to shake sum
Don't give a fuck you know what up
Cause I been getting money
Cause I been getting money
I been the focus bag, sumn you never had
I been itching for the cash like I got a rash
I fell down and bounce back, why you niggas mad
Hating off me like a child hate a deadbeat dad
I get it popping like a chopper aimed it at ya Patna
N it's a bet I get a check I been about my commas
His baby mama want the D but I ain't wit da drama
Could give a fuck about it bitch i blow up like osama
Do my business fuck a witness
I stay fly like nimbus
I Can't be hanging round no ops I practice social distance
U know about me you can watch me how I go the distance
I'll blow a whole fucking check and get it back in minutes
I fw real can't fw fake don't make me pull yo card
I make mistakes but still I'm great I'm beating every charge
I Can't be doing lil shit I do it super large
Young nigga 16 when I jumped off the porch
Jumping in some wet kitty off the diving board
I won't trust no lying bitch I only trust the lord
Flexing now I'm taking trips that people can't afford
I'm in the jungle going hard like my nigga George
Say she hottest
Body like a goddess
Quick to break a nigga pockets
Cause dese waiting niggas watching
All dat waiting you can stop it
I pull up in that black on black Chevy
Just like its gothic
That ruger will catch a body
No ruler my money rising
I'm cooling with some shooters
Them shooters care nun about it
Will shoot you while you arriving
Or catch you while you out driving
Them 30's fill yo body
I'm nervous won't tell nobody
I'm focus when it's a body
Got money dats not a probably
I work it like it's a job
From hurting you getting robbed
No purchases for a broad
With that leeching shit lil nigga
I promise bitch you gone starve
For this money bitch I work hard
For this money bitch I work hard
I'm ripping through the fast lane
Thanking bout how my car got a bullet proof gas tank
Knowing that I can from that dirty shoe oil stain mud on my jacket
I'm tryna take this shit platinum
Before my show be a casket
Tryna browse for some mansions
A different route for my family
Don't need the clout you can have it
Got money still wrapped in plastic
Money looking like magic
How you be up and subtracting
Got money all under mattress
Come check my drip bitch I'm splashing
Face and Body like a goddess
Boujie but she modest
She Like my swag and how I drip
She like my Ebonics
People hating so I keep stick to shake sum
Don't give a fuck you know what up
Cause I been getting money
Cause I been getting money

Written by:
Gerald Foreman Jr, Joshua Ladd

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