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Gettin' Money (Soundsmith)

This song is by Fabolous.

(Freck Billionaire. Verse 1)
I'm gettin' money heres my explanation
The Lambo is Milked out No expiration
And I ain't ask for an estimation (soundsmith *whisper*)
I just pass the cake off, No hesitation. Ya' see I'm nothing like
Y'all guys, I just do the stuntin' y'all niggas fall guys, And everyday I get the Benny washed, its Deja Vu' like Denny Wash
The Budgets too big Billionaire'll hurt a label, Play it tight spray the creed on the Purple label,
Pave' set me and Jacob got me linked up, The bentley wag' bullet proof like a Brinks truck, CVL we don't care wat ya homies sell
Rubberbands round' the stacks like a ponytail, I can meet a hoe sweeter then Damita Joe, she act conceited tho her number get deleted yo
I'm not a musician but I play a instrument, The raging bull handle any kind of incident, The Black latex D's can't get the prints
The Flying Spur so fly I had to get the Bent.
Got initials on the door scrappy
Initials on the floormats
I ain't braggin' homeboy this my format, The 22's look like they ridin' on four flats.
Young octopus I carry arms
I charter challengers wit' Cavali carry-on's, Freck Billionaire I'm the one with the bling, Got canaries on the wrist, not the one's wit the wings, Look a real hood nigga
I got a Lavish flow
I can put you in the Theater's like Magic tho
You don't want beef, you just want rap
I'll get ya little ass smoked like a blunt wrap, CVL spray what the fuck did you thought
I tote the Sig but I don't mean Newport, I wash my money up the laundry way, I stay gucci'd down even on my laundry day
The linen clean, splash of Grenadine
The double blue sixty two smash ya limousine, You can set trip but I got the ammo' near
A bad Alibi switching up the Lambo Gears, these other rap niggas they couldn't hold the candle near
They got it all screwed up like Chandaleirs

(Fabolous verse 2)
I'm gettin' money is my Quotation

Family man so I need the Lambo-Station, Slick talk'll put a chamber into rotation, directors style I shoot 'em on location
My hoes Haitian, trini and Croatian
Ass clap louder than a Oprah ovation
Double D's on her chest like Dare Devil, her shoe games at a Nine hundred a pair level, I'm in Pete Rotta the color of Ricotta, Cheese please you can't tell me nada
I don't share keys nor do I give her codes, I set run through records down on river road.
Then I switched up posted on Palisade, the Denali stay smellin like Cali grade, A couple bar number nine squirts, Osama rich that's the hard to find shirt.
Ya' rocks keep to they self well mines flirt, They too clean board of health couldn't find dirt
I'm rich bitch and I'm screamin' it like Ashy Larry, they call me brinks boy maybe it's the cash I carry.
Rubberbands pop you gon' need a scrungee for me, if she a jumpoff
Bet the chick Bungee for me.
I came a long way and I still stroll the Avenue, Move in style Louis V rolling travel, Local nigga you never been to poland have you? so you couldn't judge me if you was holding gavels, And I used to get the Raw from Olivia, that was back when Raven Simone was Olivia.
I did the take out, meaning that I ran orders, I had the transporters sittin' by the Land borders.
The Roc a Fella make you rather do a manslaughter, they goin' in juniors
Comin' home wit grandaughters.
So homie if you got a weapon
Tote it, you can't jump ship niggas wont accept you bolted.
When I was doin' it for TV I kept it loaded, cause these hatin' niggas tryna' final episode it.
A half a clip in ya hip'll make ya elvis shake you'll wanna moan when the bones in ya' pelvis break.
Bentley drop cost two-hundred and twelve to take, red gut, white paint, Red Velvet cake

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