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Getting To The Money Video (MV)




Performed By: London Elixir
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Jamar Nolan




London Elixir - Getting To The Money Lyrics




I be getting to the money
Yeah
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money

I got to hustle I got to grind
I got a family to feed on my dime
Come from the struggle now I get to strive
I do what it takes just to keep them alive
You can't walk a mile in my shoes
Ain't nobody gone play me you haters so shady
You praying to God that I lose
But you can't wrap your mind round my moves
I do what I choose
I go to the mall and I cop it
If it ain't money don't speak on the topic
Ain't trying to be humble I used to be sleeping on floors
I need all these clothes in my closet
Give me that watch give me that chain
Ice out the pinky baguettes on the ring
Only connect if it comes with a check
Better show some respect when you speak on my name
This food on the table ain't free
Want my time then it come with a fee
Focus only business and stacking my riches
You better stop playing with me
I got people that show up at cribs
If you cross me I come where you live
Momma come to collect for them bills
Think I'm joking I'll show you it's real
Lets go

I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money

Straight out the south keep platinum and gold in our mouth
Let you know that we balling no time for the stalling
This money I can't even count
Keep a stash in the house some more in the couch
I save it in case of a drought
Ain't no faking allowed I came from the bottom I can't even trust an account
See you jocking my style
I came with the drip in a heatwave
Run it back for the club on replay
Come through with the cake no b-day
Act up got to get it on freeze frame
Boss baby I'm born like this
Who you know whipping in a foreign like this
Never need a man when you on like this
I'd rather get paid than a forehead kiss
Ok I need my fifties and hundreds in big bags
Small waist getting big cash
Drinks pouring in a big glass
You can see it on me got big swag
When I walk in the show stop
When I go to work I don't punch no clock
Little shawty come through put the game on lock
I make it rain 'til I flood out the block whoa

I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money
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I be getting to the money
Yeah
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money

I got to hustle I got to grind
I got a family to feed on my dime
Come from the struggle now I get to strive
I do what it takes just to keep them alive
You can't walk a mile in my shoes
Ain't nobody gone play me you haters so shady
You praying to God that I lose
But you can't wrap your mind round my moves
I do what I choose
I go to the mall and I cop it
If it ain't money don't speak on the topic
Ain't trying to be humble I used to be sleeping on floors
I need all these clothes in my closet
Give me that watch give me that chain
Ice out the pinky baguettes on the ring
Only connect if it comes with a check
Better show some respect when you speak on my name
This food on the table ain't free
Want my time then it come with a fee
Focus only business and stacking my riches
You better stop playing with me
I got people that show up at cribs
If you cross me I come where you live
Momma come to collect for them bills
Think I'm joking I'll show you it's real
Lets go

I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money

Straight out the south keep platinum and gold in our mouth
Let you know that we balling no time for the stalling
This money I can't even count
Keep a stash in the house some more in the couch
I save it in case of a drought
Ain't no faking allowed I came from the bottom I can't even trust an account
See you jocking my style
I came with the drip in a heatwave
Run it back for the club on replay
Come through with the cake no b-day
Act up got to get it on freeze frame
Boss baby I'm born like this
Who you know whipping in a foreign like this
Never need a man when you on like this
I'd rather get paid than a forehead kiss
Ok I need my fifties and hundreds in big bags
Small waist getting big cash
Drinks pouring in a big glass
You can see it on me got big swag
When I walk in the show stop
When I go to work I don't punch no clock
Little shawty come through put the game on lock
I make it rain 'til I flood out the block whoa

I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money
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Writer: Jamar Nolan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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