Gillie Da Kid - We Getting Money lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] We getting money (you dig) Money (you dig), money (you dig), money [Hook: Meek Mill] We getting money over got my block wide open Throw a stack up in the air if you the trapper of the year We getting money (you dig) Money (you dig), money (you dig), money We getting money over got my block wide open Throw a stack up in the air if you the trapper of the year We getting money (you dig) Money (you dig), money (you dig), money [Verse 1: Meek Mill] We all here my dogs here Ball here and ball there Dog I think I bought so much I need a bald head Cut my braid off get a hard head And I just need that Audemar, heavy diamonds all red Biddies they like how you been Thought you had a five to ten I tell them b**hes money talk, and my n***as got it in I be getting higher than, Dominic Cause I'm a big dog Glen Robinson Don't worry about what I be in Flow so dominate play with birds like I'm Donovan Mcnabb, quick fast you'll get your sh** tagged Think I caught a stomach shot cause I be in my sh** bag sh**ting on n***as just dipping on n***as Getting money over here Hating a** n***as looking bummy over there But they don't want it over here Cause I got forty on my hip, thirty in the clip I throw like twenty in your wheel, the other ten to twist your sh** [Hook] [Verse 2: Bump J] I'm 'bout my money, I-I'm 'bout my money You'll see that forty if you try and take it from me Now Bumpy I was raised on the block I keep them birds flying every hour it don't stop I got that paper stacking like its mail again Chopping up them pelicans Hustle 'til them put me in that box or in that cell again Ya I got it tell a friend, numbers on the low Throw me one the hommie cop it now that hommie got to go I get that money on the O, these n***as trying to count it They swimming in the ocean f** it I got to drown them Loso say [?], Chops we 'gon get them That forty get to rocking 'til the cops come fit them I'm trapper of the year I stack it when I make it And when a n***a spend it these n***as can't take it Them YSL sneakers I got G's on the brim Twenty grand in the chain Make them thieves look at him [Hook] [Verse 3: Gillie Da Kid] I'm getting money over here I get money over there I'm a hustle it see baby I get money anywhere Trapper of the year I get stacks up out my rear Man that's money out the a** and it came from selling [?] Hold up, I know you wish I tell y'all n***as So then you get me locked up and I have to mail my n***as Got the city in a headlock, hood in a frenzy Block wide open so them cops eyes open n***a violate me and my Glock hot smoking Somebody go tell the hustlers Popeye's open They don't see no money they vision too bleak While I'm laughing in the Aston with the air conditioned seats They want to lock me down like they trying to do Meek But they came paid bail and I was home in a week Look at them hater looking funny over there While we hustling hard get money over here [Hook]