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[Chorus: D-Lo]

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And I ride the main line, up and down Rosecrans I'm gon' shine

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And I be on that Pac shit, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock shit

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

My side bitch on the corner, my Barbie bitch is with a tool

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

[Verse 1: YG]

Gettin' money, fuck snitches, boo-boo in a ditch

Beat up a nigga who diss, cause he ain't with the shit

He ain't a P, I don't trip

Then I'm back up in the fast lane gettin' to the money

Your bitch is ho-in', these bitches love money, get with it

So I put 'em on, all of 'em grown, they get dope

And all you need to do is just give 'em a lil' coke

So I slide that knowin' you hide that, pass the bomb back

Gon' and suck the dick before you get a little bread

And I'ma hit the stage, double up, "Left-right" is what she said

So I smacked the boo, eyes locked, Henny in my hand

Throw the brand up, different feeling, drivin' [?]

I made it

My niggas are payin', and I ain't takin' no payments

[Chorus: D-Lo]

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And I ride the main line, up and down Rosecrans I'm gon' shine

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And I be on that Pac shit, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock shit

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

My side bitch on the corner, my Barbie bitch is with a tool

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

[Verse 2: RJmrLA]

Ol' raggedy ass bitch

Throwin' tantrums, I'm tryna handle shit

All this arguin' outside the house

Don't you start, I'ma knock your ass out

You don't wanna ho, that's cool

You gon' get a job or take your ass to school

Bitch we need all them financials

Or I can put you in a car to Seattle

And we gon' be good when them pills hit

Set up shop in your hood like a pilgrim

My bitch envyin', they switch life divvyin'

No Gilligan, the K lit, hit civilians

Ooh the nerve of niggas

I found my own lane, why they mergin' with us?

Money in the air, fuck birds and feelings

They're for my niggas still servin' a sentence

[Chorus: D-Lo]

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And I ride the main line, up and down Rosecrans I'm gon' shine

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And I be on that Pac shit, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock shit

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

My side bitch on the corner, my Barbie bitch is with a tool

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

[Verse 3: Slim 400]

Only want 4, I used to knock hoes

When it got slow, I used to rob

Why you fuckin' with them lame niggas?

I'm the same nigga that flame niggas, I bang niggas

I was only 18 when I was pimpin'

Set that bitch down right by Disney Land

I'd rather give you my bitch

Than to let you sip on my last ounce of Actavis

Now it's back to them bands

Back to them grands, whole lot of shit on my hands

What's happenin?

All in South Central, I was pimpin'

I was servin' them niggas like evictions

Look, kick back smokin' Backwoods

Without a real ho your pimpin' ain't that good

They ain't nothin' but a bitch to me

And y'all know that bitches ain't shit to me

[Chorus: D-Lo]

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And I ride the main line, up and down Rosecrans I'm gon' shine

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And I be on that Pac shit, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock shit

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

My side bitch on the corner, my Barbie bitch is with a tool

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches