Gettin Money
[Intro: J-Formz]
J-Formz, Kritikal, Mic Beatz, let’s go!
[Chorus: (chopped and screwed)]
We gettin money, gettin money, stackin paper, stackin paper!
Gettin money, gettin money, stackin paper, paper, paper!
We gettin money, gettin money, stackin paper, stackin paper!
Take my money, take my money, I don’t think so, I don’t think so!
2x
[Verse 1: J-Formz]
If you gettin money, get your money, stackin paper? Stack your paper
Makin music? Make your music, just don’t be a fuckin hater
Cause you know that I’m that nice
Wanna know if Formz killed it? You ain’t gotta ask twice...
Doin the shows, grippin the cash, spittin it slow, rippin it fast
Flipping the Dro, hit it and pass, cause I know you’s are all ass
I failed out of school, been to jail, got no job
But I’m still gettin money, stackin paper like it ain’t hard
When I speak of hustlin, I’m only sayin the truth
Dog, you got no paper like Jay in the booth (get it?)
Haha, I’m makin it seem easy
Go ahead and try and write a verse if you don’t believe me
Yeah, I’m stackin paper, I ain’t sayin I’m rich
But I will be soon, cause I’m well known all over this bitch
Plus I got Kritikal to come and drop some heat
And now allow me to introduce Mic Beatz!
[Chorus: J-Formz]
[Verse 2: Mic Beatz]
Yo, J-Formz, I’m addicted to flippin cash
This isn’t math, but I figure my divisions fast
Cutty’s hittin glass, or they’d rather sniff
Plus my weed heads stay buyin bags of piff
Endless cream, so it’s easier to spend the green
No wonder my best friend’s an ATM machine
I tend to fiends, fuck workin legit
Cause my coke’s raw like every verse that I spit
Yo, a 9-5 just reminds me, it’s time to grind
Supply the kind that are strugglin to find a dime
Or them clients simply tryin to cop weight
Supplyin the demand, they sellin like hot cakes
I got eight, in a minute, I’ll have three
Until it’s the last, g, I get rid of it fastly
This is exactly how this business keeps movin
These fiends keep smokin til all of they teeth ruined
[Chorus: J-Formz]
[Verse 3: Kritikal]
Eyes low, lookin out for 5-0
Just tryin to hustle hydro, steadily collecting my dough
I know, bitches only like the dudes that high roll
The good news is, I just saved money thanks to Geico
I won’t my own bed, forget my mother’s couch
I want my own crib, forget my mother’s house
I want the cars, the clothes, the jewels, so much to choose
I’m tryin to get Nike to give me my own shoes
I never stop hustlin, always make my paper stack
I’m tryin to have my life story become a paperback
What would you say to that? Y’all dudes afraid of that
Money is my life, and America is made of that
Gettin paid to rap is somethin I strive for
If not for that, then what the fuck am I alive for?
Gettin money, gettin money, stackin paper
As soon as I get a million, see ya later alligator
[Chorus: J-Formz]
[Outro: Mic Beatz]
Yeah, that’s what it is Joe! We about to take over, man. From Strong Island to Staten Island, b, that’s what it is! Yeah! That’s why we bout it, bout it! NFS to Ghostown! All day, every day, son!