I'm Gettin' Money

[Verse 1: Freck Billionaire]

I'm gettin money, heres my explanation

The Lambo's milked out, no expiration

And I ain't ask for an estimation

I just pass the cake off, no hesitation

Ya' see I'm nothing like y'all guys

I just do the stuntin'

Y'all niggas fall guys

And everyday I get the Benny washed

It's Deja Vu, like Denny Wash

The budgets too big, Billionaire’ll hurt a label

Play it tight spray the creed on the Purple label

Pave' set me and Jacob got me linked up

The bentley wag' bullet proof, like a Brinks truck

CVL, we dont care what ya homies sell

Rubberbands round' the stacks like a ponytail

I could meet a ho sweeter than Damita Jo

She act conceited, though, her number get deleted, yo

I'm not a musician, but I play an instrument

The raging bull handle any kind of incident

The Black latex D’s can't get the prints

The Flying Spur so fly, I had to get the Bent

Got initials on the door scrappy

Initials on the floormats

I ain't braggin', homeboy, this my format

The 22’s look like they ridin' on four flats

Young octopus, I carry arms

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

I'm gettin' money is my quotation

Family man so I need the Lambo station

Slick talk'll put a chamber into rotation

Directors style I shoot 'em on location

My hoes Haitian, Trini and Croatian

Ass clap louder than a Oprah ovation

Double D's on her chest like Dare Devil

Her shoe game's at a nine hundred a pair level

I'm in P-rada the color of Ri-cotta

Cheese? Please, you can't tell me nada

I don't share keys nor do I give her codes

I set run through records down on River Road

Then I switched up, posted on Palisade

The Denali stay smellin' like Cali grade

A couple Bond Number 9 squirts

Osama Rich--that's the hard-to-find shirt

Your rocks keep to they self? Well mines flirt

They too clean, board of health couldn't find dirt

I'm rich bitch and I'm screamin' it like Ashy Larry

They call me Brinks boy. Maybe it's the cash I carry

Rubber bands pop you gon' need a scrunchee for me

If she a jumpoff, bet the chick bungee for me

I came a long way and I still stroll the avenues

Move in style, Louis V, rollin' travel

Local nigga, you never been to Poland have you?

So you couldn't judge me if you was holding gavels

And I used to get the raw from Bolivia

That was back when Raven Simone was Olivia

I did the take out, meaning that I ran orders

I had the transporters sittin' by the land borders

The Rockefeller make you rather do a manslaughter

They goin' in juniors, comin' home with granddaughters

So homie if you got a weapon, tote it

You can't jump ship niggas won't accept you boat it

When I was doin it for TV I kept it loaded

Cause these hatin' niggas tryna' final episode it

A half a clip in ya hip'll make ya Elvis shake

You'll more than moan when the bones in ya' pelvis break

Bentley drop cost 200 and 12 to take

Red gut, white paint: Red Velvet cake