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 bch
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

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 moneyi 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 buti got my paper up

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 bch
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

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

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 bch
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

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? nosee that fence
Im gon be jumpin
Then lay low by a bitch and get
Some head then count the money

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 bch
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

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Writer(s): Mario Jefferson, Unknown Composer Author