[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Now
I be on the block with my niggas
Rollin swishers, sippin' liquor, I can paint you a picture
Picture me richer, look at my business
Watch my niggas pledgin' allegiance, my team eatin'
Roll through the hood, kids idolise, oh no, I'm not a guy
Gettin' money, that's the job, feedin' my family
All them haters, they mad at me
If they tryin' to keep, I'ma put them to sleep
Permanently, I'ma squeeze
Broke niggas, they analysing, bitches, they fantasising
My empire on the rise, real nigga
Just look in my eyes, you see the struggle
Got your life in the palm of my hand, don't need no muscle
Bullets, they bust heads, whatcha thinkin' bout?
Rocks and more bread, duckin', dodgin' the feds
Gettin' money, makin' moves, by the dollar, what it do
If you ain´t bout no money, then I ain't fuckin' with you
[Chorus: Jay Rock]
Gettin' money, makin' moves
Gettin' money, makin' moves
If-if you bout the dollar, I'ma holla what it do
Got the work that you need, holla if you want it
Bust it down (down), I bet you see some profit off the corner
Gettin' money, makin' moves
Gettin' money, makin' moves
If-If you bout the dollar, I'ma holla what it do
If you ain't makin' no money, then I ain't fuckin' with you
That's the rules to the streets: get your money, make your moves
[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
Now
Look, I hit a button, now the roof gone
Convertible coupe, paint color, two tone
She know wassup when I'm showin' up
Menage with bad bitches, now I'm foreigners
I kill 'em everytime, bring the, coroners
Touch my family then I'm killin' you without warnin' ya
I'm a warrior, marchin' like a spartan
Yet I'm still I'm feelin' victorious, look down my corridor
Look at the palace, this the shit niggas killin' for
Got this rap shit in the figure for
Don't get it twisted like some cornrows
There's no survivin', niggas die when them guns blow
Get rich or die broke
When the first load gonna see Diablo
I gotta get it my nigga, it's 'bout survival
Gettin' money, makin' moves
If you ain't makin' no money, then I ain't fuckin' with you
[Chorus: Jay Rock]
Gettin' money, makin' moves
Gettin' money, makin' moves
If-if you bout the dollar, I'ma holla what it do
Got the work that you need, holla if you want it
Bust it down (down), I bet you see some profit off the corner
Gettin' money, makin' moves
Gettin' money, makin' moves
If-if you bout the dollar, I'ma holla what it do
If you ain't makin' no money, then I ain't fuckin' with you
That's the rules to the streets: get your money, make your moves
[Interlude: Juice McCain]
Don't even worry bout that
I got it
[Verse 3: Juice McCain]
I'm on that hundred stack come up homie, what it do
I got a son to feed and I got a daughter too
Calculatin' moves from above while playin' this card
I've got the hustle of a king, soul of a God
Nickel plated hyper, 45er, Straight liquor
Come between me and the money, that's when I erase a nigga
Pitching on the corner to the lights off, no nights off
I can give it to you hard or that white soft
I'm in the paper makin', I'm not paper chasin'
That's the quickest way your minds can meet Pastor Mason
I've never step for sucker niggas and pussy way
I double the money, stack a few and keep the change
It's not the hood rhymin', it's the hood timin'
The new range, the new chain with Maroon diamonds
Get your money, make your moves
If you ain't gettin' money, I ain't fuckin with you
What it do
[Chorus: Jay Rock]
Gettin' money, makin' moves
Gettin' money, makin' moves
If-if you bout the dollar, I'ma holla what it do
Got the work that you need, holla if you want it
Bust it down (down), I bet you see some profit off the corner
Gettin' money, makin' moves
Gettin' money, makin' moves
If-if you bout the dollar, I'ma holla what it do
If you ain't makin' no money, then I ain't fuckin' with you
That's the rules to the streets: get your money, make your moves
