Making Money by Gucci Mane Lyrics
[Verse 1]
God damn a little boy got asthma
On my wall is a 100 inch plasma
They say you got money, nothing else matters
But to me nigga, family matters most
I got money and I smoke, smoke, smoke
I pray to god I don’t ever go broke
I ain’t never ever stopped selling dope
And I’ll never stop buying mink coats
My girl killing got a pink diamond choker
Yellow diamond necklace cost a Testarossa
She gotta walk kinda slow cause she’s a meal ticket
I only fuck with bad bitches, Gucci real picky
I got a city bitch, a country bitch, turn me up a lil bit
I gave you a lot of it, y’all ain’t seen the half of it
I got 30 squares, pussy nigga do the math of it
I got good aim, pussy nigga, Gucci accurate
[Chorus]
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
You keep making comments, I'ma keep making commas
You keep making comments but I keep making commas
Money don't make you real, but I really do got money
You keep chasing pussy, and I keep chasing money
[Verse 2]
Can’t stop me nigga, can’t block me nigga
Better chill, sit back and just watch me nigga
Getting so much top might top that nigga
Imma open up shop, come shop young nigga
Big Guwop, let’s shootout nigga
Send a fuck nigga up to 2Pac nigga
She sleep in my bed and she give me good head
But she still worrying bout what the bitch gon say
Still say you gonna get rich one day
Imma get money every goddamn day
Broke ass niggas can’t get no date
In the club, singing out, shawty swing my way
Money will talk like a high top fade
I’m a rich kid, baby who wanna come play?
At club LIV on a Sunday, screaming out free my nigga 4Tre
Sir Mixalot, my posse on broadway
Serve bricks a lot, I got so much yay
She a filthy bitch, she got a filthy twat
I can tell that the bitch sucks dicks a lot
I started off a nick bag, ran it up to a big bag
Left your friend with a shitbag, get glad or get mad
[Chorus]
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
You keep making comments, I'ma keep making commas
You keep making comments but I keep making commas
Money don't make you real, but I really do got money
You keep chasing pussy, and I keep chasing money
God damn a little boy got asthma
On my wall is a 100 inch plasma
They say you got money, nothing else matters
But to me nigga, family matters most
I got money and I smoke, smoke, smoke
I pray to god I don’t ever go broke
I ain’t never ever stopped selling dope
And I’ll never stop buying mink coats
My girl killing got a pink diamond choker
Yellow diamond necklace cost a Testarossa
She gotta walk kinda slow cause she’s a meal ticket
I only fuck with bad bitches, Gucci real picky
I got a city bitch, a country bitch, turn me up a lil bit
I gave you a lot of it, y’all ain’t seen the half of it
I got 30 squares, pussy nigga do the math of it
I got good aim, pussy nigga, Gucci accurate
[Chorus]
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
You keep making comments, I'ma keep making commas
You keep making comments but I keep making commas
Money don't make you real, but I really do got money
You keep chasing pussy, and I keep chasing money
[Verse 2]
Can’t stop me nigga, can’t block me nigga
Better chill, sit back and just watch me nigga
Getting so much top might top that nigga
Imma open up shop, come shop young nigga
Big Guwop, let’s shootout nigga
Send a fuck nigga up to 2Pac nigga
She sleep in my bed and she give me good head
But she still worrying bout what the bitch gon say
Still say you gonna get rich one day
Imma get money every goddamn day
Broke ass niggas can’t get no date
In the club, singing out, shawty swing my way
Money will talk like a high top fade
I’m a rich kid, baby who wanna come play?
At club LIV on a Sunday, screaming out free my nigga 4Tre
Sir Mixalot, my posse on broadway
Serve bricks a lot, I got so much yay
She a filthy bitch, she got a filthy twat
I can tell that the bitch sucks dicks a lot
I started off a nick bag, ran it up to a big bag
Left your friend with a shitbag, get glad or get mad
[Chorus]
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
You keep making comments, I'ma keep making commas
You keep making comments but I keep making commas
Money don't make you real, but I really do got money
You keep chasing pussy, and I keep chasing money