BlueBucksClan Gettin' Money Now lyrics
Gettin' Money Now
BlueBucksClan
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[Intro: Jeeezy]
Why these niggas mad we gettin' money now?
(Ayy, Juce, let me know somethin')
[Verse 1: Jeeezy]
He a fake nigga, he can't come around
Why these niggas mad we gettin' money now?
Ex-bitch was a rat, yeah, I'm single now
Twenty bitches on my dick, I can't settle down
They don't know the real meaning, I'm gon' break it down
They don't let us in the door, it's gettin' kicked down
We'll turn a nigga block to a ghost town
Said she not a ho, let me check your background
See it in they eyes, niggas hatin', man, they envious
She want me to wife her, all the homies hit, you serious?
In this V12, this bitch fast and it's furious
We got Henny and Patrón, grab a cup, ain't no beer with us
Thirty ball up for a rainy day (Real fast)
You ain't talkin' money, bitch, watch me fade away (Bitch)
She can't be without me like she Mary J
Flyest nigga in the room, watch me levitate
[Verse 2: BlueBucksClan DJ]
We don't bang, but got more blues than a Crip nigga
All these bitches packed in, I can't fit niggas
Got his baby mama EBT, I'm eatin' fish, nigga
She gon' pay me just to fuck, I ain't no trick, nigga
Iron Mike diamonds in my ear how they hit, nigga
Keep big timers, Manny Fresh on my wrist, nigga
Pourin' deuces in the can soda, I'm a sick nigga
Nigga flexin' ten hundreds on me, that ain't shit, nigga
With my nigga Rucci at the Roxy, yeah, it's lit, nigga
Throwin' money all in the crowd like some rich niggas
My bitch always fly, but she mean like a witch, nigga
BucksClan do it big, Kanye shirts
All this money, niggas could've bought a Kanye verse
I'ma wife my bitch, I gotta fuck Ashanti first
Smokin' big 'Woods, nigga, I don't pop no Percs
In the coupe ridin', nigga, I don't got no shirt
[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
These niggas can't see me, John Cena
Ass so big like the sun, think she Trina
Bring my blower to the game like Arenas
We ain't pullin' up in Regals, we in Demons
Yeah, I'm with your bitch, she finna drive the boat
You would think it was a lemon, how I do the Ghost
Bitch blowin' up my phone, she do the most
Mike Epps-ass niggas, you niggas jokes
[Verse 4: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Every time I ball, triple double, ain't no coachin' me
Lame niggas, weak bitches can't get close to me
Nigga beatin' all on his bitch 'cause she postin' me
Clan strand packed in this 'Wood, it keep chokin' me
Louis Vuitton spikes on my feet, yeah, they pokin' me
Lil' scammer bitch keep me drippin', she be soakin' me
Bitches beggin' to get in our section like, "I hope it's me"
All ten of 'em just threw a thousand, are you joking me?
We just cracked for a whole hundred, all this yoke on me
Trey faced a five, lookin' like he finna poke on me
Donuts in a foreign, yeah, nigga, all this smoke for me
Pullin' up ten foreigns, same niggas that was broke with me
[Verse 5: Jeeezy]
She like, "Nigga, ain't you BlueBucks?" Yeah, she notice me
Nigga think he hard, pull his card, I'm exposin' him
Billy hit me up FaceTime with a forty P
Poppin' pills with your bitch, I can't go to sleep
Yeah, this bitch bad, she so thick, but she crazy
Stop hatin', tell your bitch I miss her, that's my baby
In the wintertime, but she blowin' like the AC
Knock it off, bitch, we just fuckin', you can't date me (Bitch)
Why these niggas mad we gettin' money now?
(Ayy, Juce, let me know somethin')
[Verse 1: Jeeezy]
He a fake nigga, he can't come around
Why these niggas mad we gettin' money now?
Ex-bitch was a rat, yeah, I'm single now
Twenty bitches on my dick, I can't settle down
They don't know the real meaning, I'm gon' break it down
They don't let us in the door, it's gettin' kicked down
We'll turn a nigga block to a ghost town
Said she not a ho, let me check your background
See it in they eyes, niggas hatin', man, they envious
She want me to wife her, all the homies hit, you serious?
In this V12, this bitch fast and it's furious
We got Henny and Patrón, grab a cup, ain't no beer with us
Thirty ball up for a rainy day (Real fast)
You ain't talkin' money, bitch, watch me fade away (Bitch)
She can't be without me like she Mary J
Flyest nigga in the room, watch me levitate
[Verse 2: BlueBucksClan DJ]
We don't bang, but got more blues than a Crip nigga
All these bitches packed in, I can't fit niggas
Got his baby mama EBT, I'm eatin' fish, nigga
She gon' pay me just to fuck, I ain't no trick, nigga
Iron Mike diamonds in my ear how they hit, nigga
Keep big timers, Manny Fresh on my wrist, nigga
Pourin' deuces in the can soda, I'm a sick nigga
Nigga flexin' ten hundreds on me, that ain't shit, nigga
With my nigga Rucci at the Roxy, yeah, it's lit, nigga
Throwin' money all in the crowd like some rich niggas
My bitch always fly, but she mean like a witch, nigga
BucksClan do it big, Kanye shirts
All this money, niggas could've bought a Kanye verse
I'ma wife my bitch, I gotta fuck Ashanti first
Smokin' big 'Woods, nigga, I don't pop no Percs
In the coupe ridin', nigga, I don't got no shirt
[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
These niggas can't see me, John Cena
Ass so big like the sun, think she Trina
Bring my blower to the game like Arenas
We ain't pullin' up in Regals, we in Demons
Yeah, I'm with your bitch, she finna drive the boat
You would think it was a lemon, how I do the Ghost
Bitch blowin' up my phone, she do the most
Mike Epps-ass niggas, you niggas jokes
[Verse 4: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Every time I ball, triple double, ain't no coachin' me
Lame niggas, weak bitches can't get close to me
Nigga beatin' all on his bitch 'cause she postin' me
Clan strand packed in this 'Wood, it keep chokin' me
Louis Vuitton spikes on my feet, yeah, they pokin' me
Lil' scammer bitch keep me drippin', she be soakin' me
Bitches beggin' to get in our section like, "I hope it's me"
All ten of 'em just threw a thousand, are you joking me?
We just cracked for a whole hundred, all this yoke on me
Trey faced a five, lookin' like he finna poke on me
Donuts in a foreign, yeah, nigga, all this smoke for me
Pullin' up ten foreigns, same niggas that was broke with me
[Verse 5: Jeeezy]
She like, "Nigga, ain't you BlueBucks?" Yeah, she notice me
Nigga think he hard, pull his card, I'm exposin' him
Billy hit me up FaceTime with a forty P
Poppin' pills with your bitch, I can't go to sleep
Yeah, this bitch bad, she so thick, but she crazy
Stop hatin', tell your bitch I miss her, that's my baby
In the wintertime, but she blowin' like the AC
Knock it off, bitch, we just fuckin', you can't date me (Bitch)
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