Birdman - I Get Money lyrics

[Chorus] Hey heh, hey heh I'm gettin' money on the streets Hey You n-ggas don't know how to eat Hey Brr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh I turn a diamond to a dollar If you know how to hustle n***a holla Hey Brr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh I do it how I does it I get it from my cousin And you know who I am Homie it don't really matter what you say Say eh, say eh, say eh b**h I'm gettin' money We the business Coming through shining Blew a couple of hundreds Big timing all the time, n***a been stuntin' Pearl white Maybach, n***a spent a mill Bugatti for 2, on the hill Shining with my strap in my right pocket Hundred thousand a day on that sky rocket From round the block doing this sh** round the clock Million dollar n***a doing this sh-t non-stop Swagged out, big dogging on a private flight Popping bottles, celebrating living life Blowing big, freelander down ? YMCMB n***a, rich gang [Chorus] Ugh, big dawg sh** n***a I'm on my feet like dog sh** n***a Tell 'em hatin' n-ggas miss me with that hatin' sh** And tell them b**hes, my dick got a waiting list I ain't trippin' n***a I'm just taking trips Put the money on the trampoline and make it flip Young mack, stupid mack ? I just bought a coupe, the roof is translucent Pockets on etc, money talk bullsh-t, walk like George Jefferson Virgins they ain't f**ing with us Young money cash money f** them other n-ggas [Chorus] If I ain't getting money, than I'm getting p-ssy I don't play with you p-ssies get a silver bullet I know you looking so how I look I don't f** with n-ggas, call me George Bush It's tunechi baby, the money man The money talks, now I understand That chopper make a n***a do the running man I would take a girl and turn her p-ssy to a punching bag I'ma stunt my a** off, b**h that's word to stunna man School these b**h a** n-ggas, you are undergrad The world is in my hand, smack the sh** out you with my other hand Young money, cash money, welcome to wonderland [Chorus]