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Correct Gettin' To Da Money Lyrics
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Yung Joc
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Correct Gettin' To Da Money
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(feat. Mike Carlito, Gorilla Zoe) [Intro/Chorus - samples] I be getting to da money, I-I be getting to da money I be - I be getting - I be getting - I be getting to da money I-I be I be getting I be getting I be - I be getting I be getting I be I be getting I be getting I be get - I be get - I be I be getting to da money, I-I be getting to da money I be - I be getting - I be getting - I be getting to da money I-I be I be getting I be get (Ohh) - I be getting I be get (Ohh) I be getting I be get (Ohh) - I be get - I be I I I [Yung Joc - over end of Chorus] That right~! Talk to 'em; let's go I'm getting to da money twenty-four seven, ain't shit changed The cars and the cribs all in my bitch name I'm takin federal chances to make the bezel dance Bitches lookin at me makin sexual advances Nigga ain't shit sweet but you know I'm (Caked up) Got murder men for hire now the (Murder rate up) If snitches on the block, now the (Tip way up) Block E-N-T bitch (You can't fade us) Keep the stacks in my momma attic, blow in the basement (shhhh) Hellafied lawyers make you say where the case went When it's showtime, pay them haters no mind I can make my money flip fo' times in no time [Chorus:] [Mike Carlito] Every since I was a young boy nigga movin them G-Units Got the whole city supplied with packs, and that fruity Pop the trunk, money bags and crack, I keep it movin Shake the stack, nigga chopper go brrrap, at your medulla Who you niggaz know, get money like me Mr. Sun Choice Keep them pots of boiling water straight drop, so place your order Got them bricks I'm comin for ya, credit card to the savings Tie your wife up in the basement, hundred thou' where you lay Plus I, get to da money like casinos A young, Robert Deniro, six K off in the earlobe Ahh - you know it's Carlito's Way, I hold that pimp yay Girl and boy, fuck the drop, fake niggaz I can't employ [Chorus:] [Gorilla Zoe] Yeah, yeah Shorty who you bank with - the streets of America Who you roll with - the dope boys and dope girls I'm tellin ya What that Chevy sittin on - oh it's them deuce-deuce Derringers What about yo' connects - Pablo from South America Where you stash the money - that shoebox in the closet How you move the work - I buy it and you haul it How you handle hoes - my nigga you call it Tell 'em how the game goes - keep ballin and stop stallin Eenie meenie miney moe the Phantom or the Lambo' Pop the trunk niggaz got straps like I'm Rambo And Zoe is getting money, know it when they see it nigga I'm here now, you're old news, yeah this my season nigga [Chorus - to fade]
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