Tony Cartel - Getting TotThe Money lyrics

[ Hook ] Waking Up Getting To The Money Don't Give A Damn Who Telling On Me Waking Up Getting To The Money Don't Give A Damn Who Telling On Me Little n***a Don't f** Around Yo b**h With Me She f** Around Waking Up Getting To The Money Don't Give A Damn Who Telling On Me [ Verse 1 ] Too Much Weight Imma Work It Off No Cardio Feds Want Me On Audio Big Body In A Audi Hoe Moving Dope Like Oil In Saudi Arabia Fed's Trying To Come Rade A n***a Balling Hard A n***a Stadium Alphabets On A n***a Like A Thirsty b**h Snapping Pics They Like Damn Who The Hell Is Him Fly As Hell In That Phillip Lim Living Like Phillip Drummond Penthouse Flipping Pounds Call It Dismount Real n***as Know What This Bout Prosecutor Made The Boy An Offer Now The n***a Miss Like Jimmy Hoffa Pilling Out Up In That 911 Been Trill Since A Adolescent Twenty Bottles Bring Em To My Section My Pockets Fat His sh** Anorexic And This Trap sh** A n***a Been A Blessing Better Ask Your Reverent Who The God Of Rapping Even Yeezy Better Honor That If It's Real Beef Then Where The Llama At If It's Real Money Where The Commas At Trapping n***a Getting Luxury Fake n***as Can't f** With Me And Them Snitched Want Me In Custody Cus D'Amato On My Train I'm Mike Tyson With A Hundred Things Cartel [ Hook ] Waking Up Getting To The Money Don't Give A Damn Who Telling On Me Waking Up Getting To The Money Don't Give A Damn Who Telling On Me Little n***a Don't f** Around Yo b**h With Me She f** Around Waking Up Getting To The Money Don't Give A Damn Who Telling On Me [ Verse 2 ] Another Day Another Dollar For Me Wake Up And Get To The Money Money On Me So That Tool Is On Me If I Want Him Gone I'll Put Money On 'Em AKs Wit' Them Hunnids In 'Em Let 'Em Up, Bring Out The Runner In 'Em Ion Bop I Do The Money Dance Pack Louder Than An Ambulance I Be Goin' Dumb Wit' My Big Head Friends Them New Hun Duns Make Me Feelin' Friends I Spend Hella Bands On My Robin Jeans Gotta Get This Green By Any Means Cop k**as In The Magazines From The Block To The Magazines I'm Mike, Yo b**h Billie Jean Make Her Best Friend Lick Her Belly Ring My Life Like A Belly Scene Catch Me Flexin' In That Pelle Thing b**hes Want Me Like A Wedding Ring No Answer I Just Let It Ring No Time To Talk Baby 'TML' And Ion Set Up No Voicemail I Bad Hoe's I Got Bad Hoe's After f**ing With Em I Got Mad Hoe's Got A Bunch Of b**hes I Got Mad Hoe's n***as Broke As f** That's What They Mad For I Just Can't Picture You Checking That Bag Though Smoking Gas And I'm Rolling Hard My Smile Is Worth A Car Them Bands I Get A Lot For Them Bands You Can Get Popped If Miss Lamb Go To Alluh [ Hook ]