Gettin’ To The Money Gudda Gudda (Ft. 2 Chainz)

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Okay I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and count the money
Stack up all the hundreds, let my bitch get all the twenties
FBI is watching and I really think it's funny
Bitch, I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
Bitch, I'm gettin' to the money, the money getting to me

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I bake the cookie
Shape the cookie
Cook it proper, I'm the cookie monster
My mama screaming
She said you tripping nigga, 'c-cause I use the same pot she use to cook the dinner
A hundred degrees outside, my wrist is winter
Feather ram, when I whip it, I am no beginner
Fuck a bank account, the money, I gotta hide it
Cause if the feds had a clue, I woulda been indicted
Its money over bullshit nigga
And you cannot bullshit a bullshitter nigga
I'm countin' all the money 'til my hands get the paper cuts
I see you hatin' but, I got my paper up

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Okay, I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and count the money
Stack up all the hundreds, let my bitch get all the twenties
FBI is watching and I really think it's funny
Bitch, I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money
Bitch, I'm gettin' to the money, the money getting to me