Yadat Blacc - Gettin' 2 da Cash

Gettin' 2 da Cash

Gettin' to the cash
It's DJ Stan Stunna
Let's take that ride
If you gettin' money, put your motherfuckin' hands up

If you a broke nigga, sit down
You broke niggas wouldn't even understand this shit
Yadat blacc, let's go
Game time

When I wake up, I be gettin' to the bag
When I'm laid up, bad bitty with the ass
I ain't stuttin', but I'm gettin' to the cash
I ain't stuttin', but I'm gettin' to the cash

I ain't stuttin', but I'm gettin' to the cash
When I wake up, I be gettin' to the bag
When I'm laid up, bad bitty with the ass
I ain't stuttin', but I'm gettin' to the cash

I ain't stuttin', but I'm gettin' to the cash
Got two hunnid on the dash, bad bitty with the ass
In the sheets we goin' clash
Bust off than I dip off with the cash

Jewerly never tuck cause any hood I get a pass
General in these streets, I'm just trainin' on my soldier
Try to knock this chip off my shoulder, it's game over
Pink rover for my lady, diamond rings for my babies

Just a thought of that, a drive my haters crazy
Ice, ice, baby hangin' over, me with the white
For the right price, I can make the snow tonight
Cause I'm feelin' alright, and my flow's hella tight

Got your girl in the telly, screamin' yadat all night
And I just like the sound of it
Ain't nobody gon' stop my money, G
Ta-ta

When I wake up, I be gettin' to the bag
When I'm Laid up, bad bitty with the ass
I ain't stuttin', but I'm gettin' to the cash
I ain't stuttin', but I'm gettin' to the cash

I ain't stuttin', but I'm gettin' to the cash
When I wake up, I be gettin' to the bag
When I'm Laid up, bad bitty with the ass
I ain't stuttin', but I'm gettin' to the cash

Dead ass, lil bitty, flippin' case like it's Flapjack
Yadat, fit its and snapback, break bills like KitKat
Definity moving clever, still bout whatever
Take care of my baby mothers like we still together
Make moves with the handheld, favorite, this is shotty
Still rock your potty, then I take off with your shawty
Baby girl, a chemist, whippin' white like Betty Crocker
Make her call me Popper, have her screamin' like an opera

Fuck the city up and leave it smokin' like a Rasta
Noodle as niggas be fraud, they impostors
Shorty suck me off, like the tail on a lobster
Dark-skinned nigga, movin' choppers like a shotta

Let's go
When I wake up, I be gettin' to the bag
When I'm Laid up, bad bitty with the ass
I ain't stuttin', but I'm gettin' to the cash

I ain't stuttin', but I'm gettin' to the cash
I ain't stuttin', but I'm gettin' to the cash
When I wake up, I be gettin' to the bag
When I'm Laid up, bad bitty with the ass

I ain't stuttin', but I'm gettin' to the cash
I ain't stuttin', but I'm gettin' to the cash

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Writer(s): Thomas Malone
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