I'm getting money man, yea
Money right
Stunting in the club, these youngins' fakin' like
She like my outfit, she want to stay the night, yea
They be like he be fakin' like
DC, Huh
UPT, Huh
DC, Huh
We make hits like the mafia!
Yea, call me Mickey Love you prolly know me from the trap
Prolly know me from the trap, yea
UPT, Huh
Its Li'l Bink; pocket full of that green shhh
Pocket full of... Pocket full of that green
Ladies love it when I flip it on that singer tip
Hit a couple notes, now shawty want to give my ring a kiss
Looked at my chain saw I was getting money,
Money over honeys they can't get a cent from me
Hit my Motorola shawty we can have a party
And all you got to do is bring that body
I'm on my shit I hit the studio and beat it up
Dance floor, oh you know I heat it up
She see my swag strong and my cash long
You her baby dad, Holmes
Blame it on the swag, gone
I'm getting money man, yea
Money right
Stunting in the club, these youngin's fakin' like
She like my outfit, she want to stay the night, yea
They be like he be fakin' like
They be like he be fakin' like
They be like he be fakin' like
Look at him he be fakin' like
Shawty I been watching you from across the room
Girl I love the way that you put it down
So tell me what's up girl
I treat that money like confetti I don't think your ready no
Better put your umbrella up girl, yea
She got it, she know it
Got her thinking bout giving me some
She bout it, she show it
I want to see her pop that bubblegum (Bubblegum, hey)
Baby girl you got me, baby girl you got me
Ready to tell valet to bring the mazzarrade
Whenever your ready, (Ready)
You'll get that confetti
Girl, all you got to do is bring that body
I'm getting money man, yea
Money right
Stunting in the club, these youngins' fakin' like
She like my outfit, she want to stay the night, yea
They be like he be fakin' like
They be like he be fakin' like
They be like he be fakin' like
Look at him he be fakin' like
DC, Huh
UPT, Huh
DC, Huh
UPT, Huh
For the hood
DC, Huh, UPT, Huh!
We make hits like the mafia!
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I'm getting money man, yea
Money right
Stunting in the club, these youngins' fakin' like
She like my outfit, she want to stay the night, yea
They be like he be fakin' like
DC, Huh
UPT, Huh
DC, Huh
We make hits like the mafia!
Yea, call me Mickey Love you prolly know me from the trap
Prolly know me from the trap, yea
UPT, Huh
Its Li'l Bink; pocket full of that green shhh
Pocket full of... Pocket full of that green
Ladies love it when I flip it on that singer tip
Hit a couple notes, now shawty want to give my ring a kiss
Looked at my chain saw I was getting money,
Money over honeys they can't get a cent from me
Hit my Motorola shawty we can have a party
And all you got to do is bring that body
I'm on my shit I hit the studio and beat it up
Dance floor, oh you know I heat it up
She see my swag strong and my cash long
You her baby dad, Holmes
Blame it on the swag, gone
I'm getting money man, yea
Money right
Stunting in the club, these youngin's fakin' like
She like my outfit, she want to stay the night, yea
They be like he be fakin' like
They be like he be fakin' like
They be like he be fakin' like
Look at him he be fakin' like
Shawty I been watching you from across the room
Girl I love the way that you put it down
So tell me what's up girl
I treat that money like confetti I don't think your ready no
Better put your umbrella up girl, yea
She got it, she know it
Got her thinking bout giving me some
She bout it, she show it
I want to see her pop that bubblegum (Bubblegum, hey)
Baby girl you got me, baby girl you got me
Ready to tell valet to bring the mazzarrade
Whenever your ready, (Ready)
You'll get that confetti
Girl, all you got to do is bring that body
I'm getting money man, yea
Money right
Stunting in the club, these youngins' fakin' like
She like my outfit, she want to stay the night, yea
They be like he be fakin' like
They be like he be fakin' like
They be like he be fakin' like
Look at him he be fakin' like
DC, Huh
UPT, Huh
DC, Huh
UPT, Huh
For the hood
DC, Huh, UPT, Huh!
We make hits like the mafia!
Money right
Stunting in the club, these youngins' fakin' like
She like my outfit, she want to stay the night, yea
They be like he be fakin' like
DC, Huh
UPT, Huh
DC, Huh
We make hits like the mafia!
Yea, call me Mickey Love you prolly know me from the trap
Prolly know me from the trap, yea
UPT, Huh
Its Li'l Bink; pocket full of that green shhh
Pocket full of... Pocket full of that green
Ladies love it when I flip it on that singer tip
Hit a couple notes, now shawty want to give my ring a kiss
Looked at my chain saw I was getting money,
Money over honeys they can't get a cent from me
Hit my Motorola shawty we can have a party
And all you got to do is bring that body
I'm on my shit I hit the studio and beat it up
Dance floor, oh you know I heat it up
She see my swag strong and my cash long
You her baby dad, Holmes
Blame it on the swag, gone
I'm getting money man, yea
Money right
Stunting in the club, these youngin's fakin' like
She like my outfit, she want to stay the night, yea
They be like he be fakin' like
They be like he be fakin' like
They be like he be fakin' like
Look at him he be fakin' like
Shawty I been watching you from across the room
Girl I love the way that you put it down
So tell me what's up girl
I treat that money like confetti I don't think your ready no
Better put your umbrella up girl, yea
She got it, she know it
Got her thinking bout giving me some
She bout it, she show it
I want to see her pop that bubblegum (Bubblegum, hey)
Baby girl you got me, baby girl you got me
Ready to tell valet to bring the mazzarrade
Whenever your ready, (Ready)
You'll get that confetti
Girl, all you got to do is bring that body
I'm getting money man, yea
Money right
Stunting in the club, these youngins' fakin' like
She like my outfit, she want to stay the night, yea
They be like he be fakin' like
They be like he be fakin' like
They be like he be fakin' like
Look at him he be fakin' like
DC, Huh
UPT, Huh
DC, Huh
UPT, Huh
For the hood
DC, Huh, UPT, Huh!
We make hits like the mafia!
Writer: Clayton Chatman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid