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Juicy J, A$AP Rocky, Pimp C, Bun B - Wavybone (feat. A$AP Rocky, Juicy J and Bun B)

Wavybone
Juicy J, A$AP Rocky, Pimp C, Bun B
04:51
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[Intro: Juicy J]
The hustle continues.
Gettin money is,
Gettin money is.
Put ya mind to somethin' you want.
Gettin' money is,
It come true, let's go!

[Chorus:]
Gettin money is what I do,
Thought you knew.
Falling in love with you.
Gettin money is what I do,
Thought y'all knew.
Falling in love with you.
Gettin money is what I do.
Falling in love with you, baby.
Gettin money is what I do.
Falling in love with you.

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
I remember all the nights on different corners spittin' pitching water,
Now I'm richer off the shit I thought of,
From the home of the richest ballas,
I'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter,
This picture all the jiggy shit I ordered.
I went to France and almost got deported,
The fans is screamin' when I hit the border,
I visit Nice like it's my sister's daughter,
Vision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all
Poor without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order.
And do something different, gettin' tired of the same old shit,
When I'm spittin' lines 'bout the section lines,
I sit you kids who listen for us,
I see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true fact,
Get money, yeah, I do that, thought you knew that.

[Chorus:]
Gettin money is what I do,
Thought you knew.
Falling in love with you.
Gettin money is what I do,
Thought y'all knew.
Falling in love with you.
Gettin money is what I do.
Falling in love with you, baby.
Gettin money is what I do.
Falling in love with you.

[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Candy low slider, I'm a sole survivor,
Keep a sweet in my visor, bitch, I'm keepin it liver
Than the average Joe, I think fast, talk slow,
He think he want a war, but he don't really wanna go.
Need to get me some head from Sheryl Crow,
A hell of a blow from a millionaire snow,
You can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes,
I'm puttin ‘em on the spot, I give a ho the blue.
I'm touchin on her cock, I put her on the block,
You think I'm startin over, bitch, I ain't never stop,
Poppin the trunk and testin the pills,
Don't give a fuck about where you're from,
Don't give a fuck about how you feel.

[Chorus:]
Gettin money is what I do,
Thought you knew.
Falling in love with you.
Gettin money is what I do,
Thought y'all knew.
Falling in love with you.
Gettin money is what I do.
Falling in love with you, baby.
Gettin money is what I do.
Falling in love with you.

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I'm the best still in this game, I'm rich, bitch, like Rick James,
Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne.
The Louis store, I drop bands, the Gucci store, I drop bands,
Prada store, I went HAM, my left wrist it cost a Lamb.
Your girlfriend a groupie, like Trident she wanna chew me,
Hell naw, I ain't cuffin 'em, I'm a dog just like Snoopy,
And when I leave the mall, it's sold out, everyday shopping,
Taylor gang, blowin money, fifty thousand on wrist watches.
Hundred thousand in a plastic bag, we takin off, bitch, pack your bags,
Bitch, I came from havin nothin', damn right, I have to brag,
Try me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag,
All I talk is money, ho, rich niggas don't lollygag.

[Chorus:]
Gettin money is what I do,
Thought you knew.
Falling in love with you.
Gettin money is what I do,
Thought y'all knew.
Falling in love with you.
Gettin money is what I do.
Falling in love with you, baby.
Gettin money is what I do.
Falling in love with you.

[Verse 4: Bun B]
Gettin money is the main reason most people wake up,
The root of why most relationships is startin break-ups,
While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup,
While we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up.
It's an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar,
Some is in the streets, and some is workin blue collar,
Real up in your field, and, man, it make you wanna holla,
Say your prayer for a player, amen, inshallah.
Been like that, ain't a damn thing change,
Money on mind, the red of my brain,
Candy paint is gon drip that stain,
Lean on left, the grip in my grain,
See, ain't a damn thing change but the weather,
So if you ain't breakin bread, then we can't even sit together.

Gettin' money is what I do.

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