Matter of Fact
We gettin' that money
We gettin' that money that's a matter of fact
Heh! Yeah!
It's that 'gettin' money' music nigga
Heh!
Supa, Z
We gettin' that money that's a matter of fact
I showed her my wrist and she overreact
Wherever I go I know I'll adapt
Can't bend, break or fold my frame is intact
Gotta couple lil' hoes tryin' to get me distract
Got the devil in front tryin' to take me off path
If you can't add to my money then you get subtract
Surrounded by killas ready to attack
As a matter of fact I can't roll with you
As a matter of fact I can't fuck with you
As a matter of fact I can't roll with you
As a matter of fact I can't fuck wit you
Aye no cap man you niggas be fibbin'
Goons around me like I am villain
Blendin' in like a bunch of chameleons
And I'll neva stop til' we touchin' all millions
And she gave me top while I look at the ceiling
Building my wealth an incredible feeling
Cold ass nigga but I'm never chillin
Look at me muh'fuckin wrong and I'll sock you
And don't escalate it 'cause this glock'll drop you
High as a heli in Cali, a top view
When you focused in, nobody can stop you
Heard you snitched on ya dawg, surprised nobody popped you
If I ever did you wrong, just know that I got you
And I know it's a stretch but I meant it
I'm tougher than rock no cement
She got me hard as a rock suckin' semen
I done nicknamed the glock 'Lil' Demon'
And I can't trust a soul, y'all schemin'
This ain't no façade you not dreamin'
You ain't do a good job, she not creamin', stop it
I ain't impressed if it ain't making profit
One hit and I'm off it
I'm movin' more cautious
She think I'm a prophet
I think I'm a novice
Pop out with a raw bitch
If its on me I bought it
We gettin' that money that's a matter of fact
I showed her my wrist and she overreact
Wherever I go I know I'll adapt
Can't bend, break or fold my frame is intact
Gotta couple lil' hoes tryin' to get me distract
Got the devil in front tryin' to take me off path
If you can't add to my money then you get subtract
Surrounded by killas ready to attack
As a matter of fact I can't roll with you
As a matter of fact I can't fuck with you
As a matter of fact I can't roll with you
As a matter of fact I can't fuck wit you
We gettin' that money that's a matter of fact
Heh! Yeah!
It's that 'gettin' money' music nigga
Heh!
Supa, Z
We gettin' that money that's a matter of fact
I showed her my wrist and she overreact
Wherever I go I know I'll adapt
Can't bend, break or fold my frame is intact
Gotta couple lil' hoes tryin' to get me distract
Got the devil in front tryin' to take me off path
If you can't add to my money then you get subtract
Surrounded by killas ready to attack
As a matter of fact I can't roll with you
As a matter of fact I can't fuck with you
As a matter of fact I can't roll with you
As a matter of fact I can't fuck wit you
Aye no cap man you niggas be fibbin'
Goons around me like I am villain
Blendin' in like a bunch of chameleons
And I'll neva stop til' we touchin' all millions
And she gave me top while I look at the ceiling
Building my wealth an incredible feeling
Cold ass nigga but I'm never chillin
Look at me muh'fuckin wrong and I'll sock you
And don't escalate it 'cause this glock'll drop you
High as a heli in Cali, a top view
When you focused in, nobody can stop you
Heard you snitched on ya dawg, surprised nobody popped you
If I ever did you wrong, just know that I got you
And I know it's a stretch but I meant it
I'm tougher than rock no cement
She got me hard as a rock suckin' semen
I done nicknamed the glock 'Lil' Demon'
And I can't trust a soul, y'all schemin'
This ain't no façade you not dreamin'
You ain't do a good job, she not creamin', stop it
I ain't impressed if it ain't making profit
One hit and I'm off it
I'm movin' more cautious
She think I'm a prophet
I think I'm a novice
Pop out with a raw bitch
If its on me I bought it
We gettin' that money that's a matter of fact
I showed her my wrist and she overreact
Wherever I go I know I'll adapt
Can't bend, break or fold my frame is intact
Gotta couple lil' hoes tryin' to get me distract
Got the devil in front tryin' to take me off path
If you can't add to my money then you get subtract
Surrounded by killas ready to attack
As a matter of fact I can't roll with you
As a matter of fact I can't fuck with you
As a matter of fact I can't roll with you
As a matter of fact I can't fuck wit you
Credits
Writer(s): Z'andre Moody
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