Getting to the Money Jim Jones (Ft. Cam'ron & Lady H)

[Intro]
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money (Spooky, go!)
I'ma need another money machine
Gettin' to the money, mi-mi-mixin' up the money
We over here countin' money like a bankteller on this side
Gettin' to the money, gettin', gettin' to the money
You hear that shit clickin' in the background? *Drrrrr, ding!*
Gettin' to the money, mi-mi-mixin' up the money
Some never taste that, you heard?
Gettin' to the money, gettin', gettin' to the money
Dope boys, what's up?
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
My fly bitches, what's up?
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Hope my niggas gettin' at that money [?]
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Holla at a nigga that's real when you see him
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Make it rain, why don't you?

[Verse 1]
Gettin' at this money, pockets lookin' bloated
Shit, ain't nuttin' funny when this Glock is fully loaded
Mixin' up this paper like we mixin' up the batter
Shit, I fuck her once and I forget a nigga had her
Juliet on Sunday, toolie for the gun play
Bitch, I stay fly like I'm pullin' off the runway (Pyong!)
Money gettin' crazy like my bank account is padded (Loco!)
Speakin' 'bout my money, it be talkin' like a parrot (Ah, ah!)
Got a bad bitch with her whole back tatted (Woah)
Pretty long hair, when we fuck, she tell me, "Grab it!" (Er)
Feedin' for the pipe, it's like a fuckin' crack addict (Ah, ah)
Niggas bustin' off like a 40 automatic (Pow!)