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Gettin' money by the truck loads
Rollin' up Big Fat El Productos

Before I drank V.S.O.P. Remy
I used to drink that MD 22
Woodgrain and reverse 8's
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up,
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
starter coats
Laflare entertainment by myself 
But I used to have a high right, low left
Gettin' money by da truck loads 
Rollin up big fat el productos
[Chours] 2x
Pass me da mutha-fuckin' blunt mane
Hurry up or else somebody's gonna get sprayed
Caugh and choke on the weed is just what I do
Caugh
on probation
I’ma give her two scratches
She’s a fuckin’ good woman, I’ma give her a life
I’ma walk by shinin’ with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
up
My brain fried; I'm on the skull of the Impala
I'm high on kush, it's 'bout my money mixed with power
So keep it brief
Nigga, two hundred
man, the bread man I don't tell no lies.

[Chorus]

Money Mane gettin' it in, I'm only in it to win
I ain't come to say I'm the champ, I get bored
dirt

No shirts in dhat 08' Vert.



Chorus



Verse 2 (Whoo Dha Kid)

Money doin sumphan to mah ego

More money I see I'm getting tatted like amigo
don't cry, cause even if they kill me
They can never take the life of a real G

I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money 
I'm gettin money 
I'm gettin
standin' by da scene
Purple codeine inside a nigga drink
Presidential Rolley had 2 take out a lens
If you wasn't gettin' money nigga den we need 2 leave
a pistol 
Motherfucka' better pull it 
And even if they kill me they can never take the life of a young G. 

I'm gettin' money 
I'm gettin' money
I'm
playin'
Wit pistol in my muthafuckin' right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin'
Give your muthafuckin' money out ya fuckin' pockets
Give me
me

They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot
My earrings bling, pinkie ring on fire
Twinkle twinkle, see the stars pass by
Gucci Mane ain't
Gucci mane trick on a bitch no cuffin,
Baby suck my dick I gave her 2 clean hundreds, 
I Didn't have a deal niggas thought it wasn?t comin, Never spint
all bring pain.

[Chorus: x2]

You can do what ya do to keep ya ass in
It's CB and mane I ain't playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right hand
For the love of money
For the love of money
For the love of money

It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mane
It's beautiful
on probation
I’ma give her two scratches
She’s a fuckin’ good woman, I’ma give her a life
I’ma walk by shinin’ with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
a little margarita 
Mane, them draws comin' off when she see the two-seater 
So put your Porche up, (uh) 
Get your divorce up, (uh) 
I'm sure she'll sign
don't struggle I just lift (one, two)
I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip 
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist 
Get key money from
don't struggle I just lift (one, two)
I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip 
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist 
Get key money from
the two-seater
So put your Porche up, (uh)
Get your divorce up, (uh)
I'm sure she'll sign it when she seen me put my doors up
Mane, them niggas only wanna
baggies in alleys
To where the streets is your family
Gettin' blurred by the same cop
Go to jail for a year and come home
Two of your niggas dropped
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
to yourself
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Nigga better not hold your breath

I got money that I saved then I'm back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe