To the Money

I been killing bitches I been putting them to rest
Teaching all these niggas and baby you ain't pass your test
Niggas think they fly but they ain't even left the nest
Chrome he a witch he come from the Wicked West

I need a check
No I need some neck
I call the plays bitch I'm Michael Vick
You will get tazed if you touch my bitch
Ain't talking Lay's but I'm stacking my chips

Ooo we just getting to the money
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money
Collecting all these jewels looking like the Easter Bunny
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money (Yeah)
Ooo we just getting to the money
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money
Collecting all these jewels looking like the Easter Bunny
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money (Yeah)

You know my favorite thing is Yen and Pesos
Body looking like a Van Gogh
In Versace robes
They always ask where I get my clothes
I tell them "Don't ask if you broke"

I met a scammer in Atlanta he would buy me dinner
His wrist like Winter in December gave me gifts like Santa
I told him nigga you a winner this ain't for beginners
All about the green nigga call me Master Splinter

Ooo we just getting to the money
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money
Collecting all these jewels looking like the Easter Bunny
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money (Yeah)
Ooo we just getting to the money
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money
Collecting all these jewels looking like the Easter Bunny
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money (Yeah)

Before you eat the cake you gotta come make a wish
Got him tongue-tied now he talking with a lisp
He got a big Cannon so I said I'll call you Nick
This kitty talk back, boy you better make it hiss
I'm laughing to the bank cause all you broke bitches look funny
I'm the sickest nigga pardon me if I rub on my tummy
If Chrome on the track it's a wrap just like them things on a mummy
Now let me show you how a bad bitch get to the money



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Writer(s): Rodney Anderson
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