Gotta Get It - Don P

Nothin but the money moves me

I got million dollar dreams, I’ma do me

I came from nothin, now my money talks

And believe I won’t stop until I got it all

I’m gettin it, g-g-gettin it

You see how I be flippin it, European-whippin it

Everytime you see my whip, Don P’s dippin it

Iced-out timepiece, wrist just glistenin

Chain so def, it got me not listenin

To anything a hater say, I just keep it pimpin, man

I just keep it movin cause there’s money to be made

Moves to be ride, honeys to be slayed

You should keep your distance if we’re on a different page

Give a damn 'bout what you say, bitch, I’m tryina get paid

Gucci on my feet, Navigator wood grain

Get all up in her brain cause I serve that good game

Good game yeah I serve it, got these suckers nervous

Clowns wanna play, I turn your block into a circus

Lions, tigers and bears, you better be scared

I’m comin for my bread or I’m comin for your head

I gotta get it

They hatin, I’m ballin

I ain’t trippin cause the hoes keep callin

They losin, I’m winnin

Pockets gettin fat, rims keep spinnin

Blow a lotta swisher sweets, gotta keep kush in it

Mob music for the streets, gotta keep pushin it

The coast, keep reppin it, flows indefinite

Am I definitely dope?

Most definite

Rock it up from soft to hard, I be iron-chefin it

Gone till November, baby, I be Wyclefin it

Comin back with so much paper, you’d think I was pressin it

Make a good impression, my expressions is impressionate

The best is what I’m dressin in, Dolce Gabana scents

If it don’t make dollars, it don’t really make much sense

Ain’t talkin 'bout no fetti, then fella, you speakin French

And nah, I ain’t conceited, lil mama, I’m just convinced

I gotta get it

I gotta get it, I gotta get it

I’m all about my money, man, I talk it cause I live it

I gotta have it, I gotta have it

When it comes to that paper Don P like a addict

Million dollar mouthpiece, million dollar grind

Million dollar hustle, million dollar shine

Try to make a lotta paper in a little bit of time

So I can pop champagne while shorty wiggle her behind

I’m gettin mine, you hatin, that’s fine

Don’t get out of line, trick, cause you could eat the nine

Hammer’s on mine, any moment’s Hammer Time

Straight shots of Tequila, then hit it with the lime

Shorty’s hotter than a fever, not a nine, she’s a dime

A bonafide diva, the five star kind

Man, I ain’t gon lie, I really wouldn’t mind

What’s good lil mama, put a nigga online