2 Chainz — Gettin To The Money

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Okay I wake up In the morning brush my teeth and count the money Stack up all the hundreds, let my bich get all the twenties FBI 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. B**ch I'm getting to the money get getting to the money Bitch I'm getting to the money. gettin to the money Bitch im 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, cause I use the same 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 can not bullshit a bullshitter nigga Im 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 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. B**ch I'm getting to the money get getting to the money Bich I'm getting to the money. gettin to the money Bitch im gettin to the money, the money getting to me [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] 2 Chainz! Hot damb hoe, here we go again The bag wei a gram, money all in my opinion Yeah we getting rich, and we the shit like true When you walk in, you can smell us in the room In a room full of goons, all the girls go wild We murk they style, then we wore furs to the trial It's been a long time since I had court dates Like Weezy said, long bread, no short cake Like Gudda said, I let my bitch get all the 20's Soon as I turn my back, that bitch put 50 in her titties The FBI watching, and I really think it's silly I got my old girl a cab, and my new bitch a Bentley [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 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. B**ch I'm getting to the money get getting to the money Bitch I'm getting to the money. gettin to the money Bitch im gettin to the money, the money getting to me [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] So i got a phone call from my nigga up in jail He said he need some money and some flicks sent in the mail So i hopped up out the bed, didn't turn my swagger on I just hopped up in my whip then i dropped my package off I am gettin to the money , the money getting to me And i will die before im broke, thats just the way it gotta be Its 5:30 in the morning and the cluckas still comin The task force circlin, the block still jumpin Pocket full of money, in my sock i got a onion Them people come back round here, i ain't talkin im just runnin Central bookin? no...see that fence, im gon be jumpin Then lay low by a bitch and get some head then count the money [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 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. B**ch I'm getting to the money get getting to the money Bitch I'm getting to the money. gettin to the money Bitch im gettin to the money, the money getting to me