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[Hook] Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches And I ride the main line, up and down Rosecrans I'm gon' shine Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches And I be on that Pac shit, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock shit Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches My side bitch on the corner, my Barbie bitch is with a tool Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches [Verse 1] Gettin' money, fuck snitches, boo-boo in a ditch Beat up a nigga who diss, cause he ain't with the shit He ain't a P, I don't trip Then I'm back up in the fast lane gettin' to the money Your bitch is ho-in', these bitches love money, get with it So I put 'em on, all of 'em grown, they get dope And all you need to do is just give 'em a lil' coke So I slide that knowin' you hide that, pass the bomb back Gon' and suck the dick before you get a little bread And I'ma hit the [?] double up [?] So I smacked the booty, eyes locked, Henny in my hand Throw the brand up, different feeling, drivin' [?] I made it My niggas are payin', and I ain't takin' no payments [Hook] [Verse 2] Ol' raggedy ass bitch Throwin' tantrums, I'm tryna handle shit All this arguin' outside the house Don't you start, I'ma knock your ass out You don't wanna ho, that's cool You gon' get a job or take your ass to school Bitch we need all them financials Or I can put you in a car to Seattle And we gon' be good when them pills hit Set up shop in your hood like a pilgrim My bitch envyin', they switch life divvyin' No Gilligan, the K lit, hit civilians Ooh the nerve of niggas I found my own lane, why they mergin' with us? Money in the air, fuck birds and feelings They're for my niggas still servin' a sentence [Hook] [Verse 3] Only want 4, I used to knock hoes When it got slow, I used to rob Why you fuckin' with them lame niggas? I'm the same nigga that flame niggas, I bang niggas I was only 18 when I was pimpin' Set that bitch down right by Disney Land I'd rather give you my bitch Than to let you sip on my last ounce of Actavis Now it's back to them bands Back to them grands, whole lot of shit on my hands What's happenin? All in South Central, I was pimpin' I was servin' them niggas like evictions Look, kick back smokin' Backwoods Without a real ho your pimpin' ain't that good They ain't nothin' but a bitch to me And y'all know that bitches ain't shit to me [Hook]