Gettin' Money - Choppa Style, Curren$y

We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin'

Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley

And all we blow is piffy, that’s yo big bushy wit me

Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city

You on a flight with Curren$y and Da Skydiver now throw the peace sign to the

pilot

Free-fall from 60,000 without no 'shute, but it’s cool, we gone guide you

straight to the bottom

Yeah mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' flyness

Me and lil' Spitta hoppin' out that Maybach coupe, land-lovers thinkin' it’s a

problem

Stupid when it come down my dollars, you little chickens get nada,

not even Prada

The only thing I’m upping is some bubble gum and dick for you to swallow

And where I go lil' mama wanna follow, somewhere on a island, no it ain’t

Hawaii, nor the Bahamas

So ducked off GPS couldn’t find me, know I spit fire, no need to remind me

Spitta ??

like it ain’t no problem, pop that clip like a gangsta mobster

I love that cheese, I need that mozzarella fella I don’t know no better

Touch my swiss you get wet up, eat that beef like it came with lettuce

We fuckin' these freaks because they let us

Niggas hatin' on on my clique but we gettin' that cheddar

Ten grand Gucci sweat pants, white tee, Nike headband

Dressed like it’s 1999 but the coupe so up to date man

Blew the roof on the interstate

The cops tried to chase so they can check my plates

Used all the muscle in that V8 cause I know my shit ain’t up to date

But anyway, these hoes already know the deal when they see my face

«Where you gone be when I leave?

My car gotta empty seat»

Do you smoke?

Got some weed

Bitch you pop?

Got some E

No I don’t fuck with the shit but my niggas distribute it so I can get it for

free

Shorty you need to be fuckin' wit me, look at the nigga you be with now

Then take a look at a G, that’s a big difference huh?