"Gettin' To The Money" lyrics

[Gudda Gudda:]
Okay I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and count the money
Stack up all the hundreds, let my bitch get all the twenties
FBI is watching and I really think it's funny
Bitch, I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
Bitch, I'm gettin' to the money, the money getting to me

I baked the cookie, shape the cookie
Cook it proper, I'm the cookie monster
My mama screaming, she said you tripping nigga
'C-cause I use the same pot she use to cook the dinner
A hundred degrees outside, my wrist is winter
Feather ram, when I whip it, I am no beginner
Fuck a bank account, the money, I gotta hide it
'Cause if the feds had a clue, I woulda been indicted
It's money over bullshit nigga
And you cannot bullshit a bullshitter nigga
I'm countin' all the money 'til my hands get the paper cuts
I see you hatin' but, I got my paper up

Okay, I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and count the money
Stack up all the hundreds, let my bitch get all the twenties
FBI is watching and I really think it's funny
Bitch, I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
Bitch, I'm gettin' to the money, the money getting to me

[2 Chainz:]
2 Chainz
Hot damn hoe, here we go again
The bag weigh a gram, I need all of mine pimp
Yeah, we getting rich, and we the shit, like true
When you walk in, you can smell us in the room
In a room full of goons, all the girls gone wild
We murk they style, then we wore furs to the trial
It's been a long time since I had court date
Like Weezy said, long bread, no short cake
Like Gudda said, I let my bitch get all the twenties
Soon as I turn my back, that bitch put fifty in her titties
The FBI watching, and I really think it's silly
I got my old girl a cab, and my new bitch a Bentley

[Gudda Gudda:]
Okay, I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and count the money
Stack up all the hundreds, let my bitch get all the twenties
FBI is watching and I really think it's funny
Bitch, I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
Bitch, I'm gettin' to the money, the money getting to me

So, I got a phone call from my nigga up in jail
He said he need some money and some flicks sent in the mail
So, I hopped up out the bed, didn't turn my swagger on
I just hopped up in my whip then I dropped my package off
I am gettin' to the money, the money gettin' to me
And I will die before I'm broke, that's just the way it gotta be
It's 5:30 in the morning and the cluckas still comin'
The task force circlin', the block still jumpin'
P-pocket full of money, in my sock I got a onion
Them people come back round here, I ain't talkin' I'm just runnin'
C-central bookin'? No, see that fence, I'm gon' be jumpin'
Then lay low by a bitch and get some head then count the money

Okay, I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and count the money
Stack up all the hundreds, let my bitch get all the twenties
FBI is watching and I really think it's funny
Bitch, I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
Bitch, I'm gettin' to the money, the money getting to me