Royce Da 5?9?

Royce Da 5?9? - Gettin' Money (Freestyle) lyrics

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[Intro:]

Please be clear. This is a fuckin' invasion. Royce Da 5'9"



[Verse 1:]

I'm gettin' money like a motherfucka

I do dollar like the Yao stretch

Casino chips that Denale bet

Ain't spazzin' at the house party

Mink draggin'/dragon like Bilil breath

dead prez ran a train on the green lady

That green lady turned around and had a dream baby

That dream baby was I

That green lady was ma

Follow me honey, it sound funny

I'm money

Get it?

Niggas is idiots so probably not

I Murder Inc., let Ashanti & Irv Gotti watch

A walkin' mollie wop

Tell your whole fellat to cock off 

Drop the jeans 

And take out a foot like when you take a sock off

I ain't attached to no tooley 

I quite screwy

I just take the Lock off

Pop it and Drop It like Huey

Weed avenue, bread rollin' on Phillie Street

Triggers get used more than Wayne on +Milli+ beat

So don't make me laugh

You think with your class

I think with my math

Not with my dick, I speak on his behalf

Anyone of you motherfuckin' NASCAR tunnel crews

I call you that, cause you fixin' to crash

The word in the hood is I got the bag in the streets

Pull the rig up

Take a load off, like I'm havin' a seat

This black coup is V-12 as far as year

I'm been rappin', reppin' the D-12, ask Proof

As far as tears

My face ain't big enough to relate

How many bodies gone in the form of a tattoo

Alcoholic, my kidney color is black blue

Forever fuck with that Remy, love it like Papoose

Wearin' that XXL mag or in The Source

Being the king of the magazines and in a Porsche

My release date is more important to the country than

Tunin' into your news stations November 4th (Obama!)

I turn niggas into veggies and get my lettuce straight

It's like you niggas addicted to bitch shit, you fetish fake

Dahlmer

Pop you, then eat you on the anniversary of your death

Like the top of a wedding cake

Two timer

Yeah, I keep a bitch on the side

I'm Mr. Warning Guy

You Mr. Wanna Die

The Bar Exam 2 comma

More polished than

Ray Robinson in his prime

The shoe shiner

He kill 'em with his persistence

Sendin' niggas to hit 'em is a silly mission

Like he's one of Diddy's assistants

Look in my trunk and find a pair of legs inside of some gym shoes

Hangin' out a trash bag and in fumes

I spit whole winters and then June

Show up to your video while you performin' 

And shoot you like Ben Boom

You might have dealt with the tools

But you ain't swam with them sharks 

Nickle, Mike Phelps in the pool

You might pull triggers but you don't pull them like me

Bullets runnin' through shit like the bullets got feet

I'm gonna keep goin' and goin' like a Energizer

Inside a flyin' bullet until the day a bullet stops me

Fuck a bitch, I'm it nigga, I'm a don

I'm the reaper on Cancer, like I'm a sign

Immaculately conceived 

Product of dollar signs

The only father of mine

Is Father Time



[Chorus:]

I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker

You ain't got nothin' on me

I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker

Fuck this auto tune shit

That shit sound weak as a bitch

Unless it's me usin' it

Cause I'm the shit fool
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