Video Gettin Money de Keri Hilson 2024 Pop Lyrics

Keri Hilson - Gettin Money Lyrics

One for the paper
Two for the money

You see this is what I like to call buyou music
Cause you better buy you a car
You better buy you a phone
And you better buy you some where to stay
Or I'mma walk right by you

I don't know whats going on baby
What the hell is going wrong baby
Used to take me to dinner
Used to take me shopping now you asking me for my paper
It's my money, it's my paper, boy my money
Bet you never get another dime from me
No, you can't use the phone baby
Think you need to get your own

Was looking for a man to hold me down
But how'd I end up with you?
Yeah, baby, you
And as hard as I try sometimes it gets hard paying all these bills
The note on the car
So I don't need no broke broke boy tryna holla
So baby shut it up til you show me some dollars

One for the paper
Two for the money
Brand new bags, new shoes yeah I want it
All my girls, fly girls getting money
All my girls, fly girls getting money

One for the paper
Two for the money
Nails did, hair did
Gap yeah I want it

One for the paper
Two for the money
All my girls, fly girls getting money

you want a ride or die chick baby
But you aint got a whip baby
It aint gon happen
If you aint got shit you need a walk or die chick baby
Yeah yeah thats funny
Don't look my way if you aint got that money
And I aint making nothing to eat baby

I think it's time you treat baby
Was looking for a man to hold me down
But how'd I end up with you?
Yeah, baby, you
And as hard as I try sometimes it gets hard paying all these bills
The note on the car
So I don't need no broke broke boy tryna holla
So baby shut it up til you show me some dollars

Money, money
Who be getting money?
They say that money talks
Thats why I talk a little funny like:
"hey money I love you money"
And if you ain't talking money
Then your broke arse away from me
F-f-fresh prince
Yeah I phil(fill) banks
For every couple haters I've got a couple grand,
Check my statements you'll be dizzy man
Got that [bonkers] money
Oops!
Have I spoilt plans?
You rappers old news,
Rapping 'bout guns that you weren't ever gon' use
When I kill 'em with only pro tools.

And they won't be come back for more

Drizzy flow,

They build their stack then they spend it all
on getting stoned,
They say I'm getting bigger then rick ross' belly hoe!

Get ya own (getting money)
Get ya own (getting money)
Get ya own (getting money)
I don't need no broke broke boy tryna holla

Get ya own (getting money)
Get ya own (getting money)
Get ya own (getting money)
I don't need no broke broke boy tryna holla, holla, holla