Gettin’ Money Mane 2 Pistols

[Intro]
Still gettin' money over the phone, haha (Pussy ass nigga, what you lookin' at nigga?)
Tell you what (I'm gettin' money, nigga)
Pocket full of stones, two, thirty-six zones, haha (I know you don't that like that I'm gettin' money, but fuck you niggas)
Geah (Young boss, motherfucker, y'all already know what it is)
I know motherfuckers that know motherfuckers (Haha, yeah, nigga)
Get it for the low, haha
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League

[Chorus]
I'm flippin' product on the block, I'm gettin’ money, mane (Yeah)
Quater kis and hold block, I'm gettin’ money, mane (Yeah)
Water whipper, straight drop, I'm gettin’ money, mane (Yeah)
Just ran through a hunnid blocks, I'm gettin’ money, mane
Gucci shades, white tee, a pair of J's on (Young boss) (J's on)
Hit the swisher, roll right, I get my haze on (Oh yeah)
I'm flippin' product on the block, I'm gettin’ money, mane
Quater kis and hold block, I'm gettin’ money, mane (Geah, geah, geah)

[Verse 1]
Young boss (Young boss), I got tall money (Money)
You call me short dog (Dog), with your midget money (Money)
I'm poppin' tags off my brand new clothes (Young boss)
All white Charger with the suicide doors
I ain't playin' with 'em (No), they ain't bulletproof (No)
Put a hold in your ass like a hula hoop (Oh yeah)
Straight whip it up, call it lean cuisine
You havin' nightmares, I'm livin' street dreams (Geah)
Truck money green, but the coupe red
Got the whole club bouncin' like some bobbleheads
Throw your sets up, get your gangsta on
And if you got it, then gon' make it rain, homie (Geah)
Let your chain swang, roll a swisher
I'm a real nigga, I don't give a fuck (No)
Black diamonds (Geah), with the Gucci shades
I thought I told you broke niggas, "I'm gettin' money, mane"