[Intro]
Getting it in, My Zone
Walk into the bank like it’s my home
Trapping like a b*tch I got two phones
All this money in my pocket feel like Sean Combs
Sean Combs, Sean Combs
Counting all this dirty money feel like Sean Combs
Trapping like a b*tch I got two phones
All this money in my pocket feel like Sean Combs
I’m trying to flex, in the club we trying to flex
My n*ggas next, b*tch n*gga my n*ggas next
Cut that check, we can talk if you can cut that check
Show me respect, all I want is my damn respect
b*tch I’m balling, f*ck is you saying
Getting money’s number one
So we ain’t tripping off you hating
Hit the mall, b*tch we cashing out
Drink until we pa**ing out
Wake up then do it again, now I’m in your b*tch mouth
Go, man you n*ggas getting no paper
If your girl eye balling, best believe a n*gga will take her
You can have her back I don’t date her
I don’t own a cape, I don’t save her
And I guess we on top, cause all my old hoes is haters
Boy you f*cking with my team, You get jumped like a hurdle
Plus it’s not suspenders on but two straps, Steve Urkel
Promise Bone gone too feed his n*ggas
Cause my n*ggas riding with me
So they getting money with me
Do all numbers, expect fifty
Getting it in, My Zone
Walk into the bank like it’s my home
Trapping like a b*tch I got two phones
All this money in my pocket feel like Sean Combs
Sean Combs, Sean Combs
Counting all this dirty money feel like Sean Combs
Trapping like a b*tch I got two phones
All this money in my pocket feel like Sean Combs
You n*ggas mad, n*ggas mad cause we in this b*tch
No stopping now, counting money we getting rich
You can hang that up, n*ggas pissed ain’t doing sh**
Don’t look at me, I can’t help you with your b*tch
Work, and now we getting paid
We was grinding but we couldn’t make, But now we got it made
We hot n*gga, no shade
We shining out, no cave
My old hoes trying to bug me, but b*tch I got that raid
Quench her thirst, gatorade
And we don’t need your help
We did this on our own n*gga
Couldn’t wait on no one else
These n*ggas looking for hand outs
You can get that somewhere else
So S.M.G. to the d**h of me, can’t f*ck with no one else
And we made it too the top
And ain’t no way we coming down
All them hoes who did me wrong, hope them b*tches see me now
Cause I’m balling on these n*ggas
And even more on these hoes
These broke n*ggas they hate us
Cause they ain’t getting no paper
Getting it in, My Zone
Walk into the bank like it’s my home
Trapping like a b*tch I got two phones
All this money in my pocket feel like Sean Combs
Sean Combs, Sean Combs
Counting all this dirty money feel like Sean Combs
Trapping like a b*tch I got two phones
All this money in my pocket feel like Sean Combs