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Al B Smoov - Gettin Money Lyrics

[Intro]
(Laudiano)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Chorus]
Talkin' gettin' money only time I can relate to bitches
I never sell no hoes' dream but I might show some fake interest
They say I'm goin' broke, bitch, who they mistakin' me with?
Been three years and my opps still wearin' the same three 'fits
Talkin' gettin' money only time I can relate to bitches
I never sell no hoes' dream but I might show some fake interest
They say I'm goin' broke, bitch, who they mistakin' me with?
Been three years and my opps still wearin' the same three 'fits

[Verse 1]
She in the matrix, when I talk, bitches fall in a simulator
Too busy gettin' money, big lobsters and steaks in my refridgerator
If my opps was feelin' froggy, they wouldn't leap 'cause they tadpoles
What you, 12? Nigga, you askin' weird questions that I don't know
I was out, up gettin' the big at the top of the mornin'
Good perky meat chokin' her out, tryna stop her from moanin'
Gang and them was the first niggas in the city with exotic sodas
The industry hate the Stincs, they even put the blowers on us
Please stop comparin' me to niggas that's tryna clone us
It's gon' be some R.I.P. shirts, not no comas
I be in the streets faithfully, niggas not on nothin'
I'ma keep the Yachtmaster plain, I'm not gon' flood it
For the truth, I be goin' off facts, not assumptions
Every day I wake up, I feel like I can't be [?]
Got it out the mud, the world grimy so I'ma make sure they stuck in it
Yeah, we all bosses, but you gotta play your position, the Plug
[Chorus]
Talkin' gettin' money only time I can relate to bitches
I never sell no hoes' dream but I might show some fake interest
They say I'm goin' broke, bitch, who they mistakin' me with?
Been three years and my opps still wearin' the same three 'fits
Talkin' gettin' money only time I can relate to bitches
I never sell no hoes' dream but I might show some fake interest
They say I'm goin' broke, bitch, who they mistakin' me with?
Been three years and my opps still wearin' the same three 'fits

[Verse 2]
It's been three years and my opps still wearin' the same three 'fits
Stop DM'in' me 'bout that Reginal, you can keep it
I can tell that bitch you with not used to demons
I said I was finna bust, bitch tried to juke the semen
Broke bitch, 'kay, I rebuke you in the name of Jesus
I like bein' around bosses, not no famous people
Boy, I'm a king, you a peasant, we ain't equal
My whole life, all my blowers charged with DA rejects
One thing I'm big on is respect
Disrespect the Plug, give you somethin' to regret
I'm like a janky referee 'cause you know I keep TECs
One thing ain't gon' fly with the Plug is weak head
The Plug keep loaf like Sara Lee bread
I be sayin' light shit that go over these niggas' head
Fuck all the opps and I said what I said
How you broke and you got money from Ed, Edd and EDD?
[Chorus]
Talkin' gettin' money only time I can relate to bitches
I never sell no hoes' dream but I might show some fake interest
They say I'm goin' broke, bitch, who they mistakin' me with?
Been three years and my opps still wearin' the same three 'fits
Talkin' gettin' money only time I can relate to bitches
I never sell no hoes' dream but I might show some fake interest
They say I'm goin' broke, bitch, who they mistakin' me with?
Been three years and my opps still wearin' the same three 'fits