Gettin' Money Is a Hobby - Young Thug

Let me stand up in that pussy like I’m on a ladder

Beat that thang up, sideways, up, down and backwards

I just get that head and get ghost, they should call me Casper

I got that money on my mind, if it ain’t 'bout money it don’t matter

Real stand-up nigga, no comedy

Everywhere, these bitches see us, man, I swear that they runnin'

Two bossed up and I can’t look back, I can’t run out no money

And I give back to my hood and my homies passin' out hunnids

That’s what we call paying homage

These niggas act like they want it

Pull up with choppers, we want it

Most of all the niggas I run with be wanted

Pull up, spray your Honda, shot down, my condolence

Bring it to the Thugger, meet me on Gresham, new gold medal

These bitches ain’t know who no better

My whole crew better, I treat 'em like they special

And that’s because they is, cook fish scale with skill

And my weed kind of loud like a motherfuckin' pill

Oh, I want to spend my night wit' you

I want to spend my life wit' you

I want to ride my bike wit' you

I want a wife and girl it’s you

I will stand up for you like Moses

I do my best and yeah, she notice it

Said, 'Only got one face, ain’t no emoji'

I swear to god this ain’t no bogus shit

Even though I’m hot, I got the coldest wrist

I made a million and she know about it

I showed my brother little bitch and he didn’t know about it

Real nigga since day one, I can’t switch up

Always stood up in my hood, no, I can’t bitch up

Took a flight to the West Coast, bitch, I’m back in 6−0