Gettin Money Lyrics – Trap Dickey & OJ Da Juiceman
Straight out from lil Haiti I know I made my momma proud, ***
Ain’t got no uncle, so I know I made my grandma smile with it
Niggas wanna be on stage, but don’t wanna be in the crowd with it
I bang for real, don’t gotta perform, when I smoke it’s Rolling Loud, ***
I’m gettin’ money, I know niggas hate me
This ain’t a game like Sony, you hittas cannot play me
Lil J, that’s my homie, you know I keep that K with me
This *** gon’ stay on me, like babies please don’t pamper me
Trap Dickey out bad? *** that’s a good one
Niggas really not that, their parents say they’re good sons
I be with some mob niggas I ain’t talkin’ Shook Ones
Brother seen so many pounds, he *** around and took one
Trap *** don’t play around, still in my hood Imma stay around
Niggas know me from grabbin’ Ps, and niggas know Imma break ’em down
Before I sit on my ass, Imma hit the trap, cause I know plays around
Tell the truth, they lil *** don’t care if them niggas got mase around
I’m gettin’ money, I know niggas hate me
This ain’t a game like Sony, you hittas cannot play me
Lil J, that’s my homie, you know I keep that K with me
This *** gon’ stay on me, like babies please don’t pamper me
I’m gettin’ money, jewelry real sunny
Runnin’ to the coin, you can call Young Juiceman Sonic
I’m boomin’, I’m bunkin’, my traphouse full of junkies
Stay down shorty, all I wanted was some money
Skrrt skrrt in the bowl, this *** ‘came my ghetto goal
Touchdown, pick six, and I hit the field goal
Right wrist amazing, no daycare, I got babies
Krispy Kreme O’s, still trappin’ by a ‘cedes
I’m gettin’ money, I know niggas hate me
This ain’t a game like Sony, you hittas cannot play me
Lil J, that’s my homie, you know I keep that K with me
This *** gon’ stay on me, like babies please don’t pamper me
I’m gettin’ money, I know niggas hate me
This ain’t a game like Sony, you hittas cannot play me
Lil J, that’s my homie, you know I keep that K with me
This *** gon’ stay on me, like babies please don’t pamper me
