GETTING ALL THIS MONEY by King Joel Lyrics

Pruuu

Yeah

King

Let's get it

Yeah

Ehh

I'm Getting all of this money


Getting all this money 3x

Verse 1:

I'm metaphorical, I'm psychological, I'm endowed, wise, & I speak logical. I'm spitting lyrically & technically, pouring out this knowledge analyticals, I'm a beast you know it, I'm a monster fear me, I'm a king you know, you gotta bow before me,
Check all my creds & my stats, I'm bout It,
you prolly ain't been through half the shit I conquered

I'm Getting this cake like a cake monster. Counting this money like a calculator
I'm made outta steel like the terminator,
& My stroke is faster than a vibrator
I kick out my foes & annihilate em
Im running this ship like a slave master
Shoutout my Georgia State alma mater
I Made it out on top & now I'm getting paper

Yeah
Getting all this money 4x

Verse 2:


My swag is dripping, & my whip is whipping, you know my ice is freezing, & my girls is pretty,
yeah My team is winning, & I keep it pimpin, if u show u loyal, Then you coming with me,
I don't hear about it, I just see about it, if u say you got it, then you gotta show me,

Pull up to the scene this time its lights out, then i hit the flows & get you vibed out .
when I'm speaking up, you inclined to listen, yeah I'm getting paid, & u should know the reason.
All the competition, they're just miniatures, & the shit they saying's just like amateurs.
I took the game & grabbed it by the horns, & When I run the plays I don't gotta force it. I make sum & shake sum, you got it then shake it, I worked my way up to the top, now I'm getting this money

2ND HOOK:

Yeah
Getting all o this money 4x

Bitch I'm getting all this money
Uhhh

I'm getting all this money
Yeah

I'm getting all this money
Yeah

Bitch I'm getting all this money


Verse 3:

All this money got me motivated

I'm not going broke bitch you know I made it


Snatching this cash like a debt collector
Now Im going in beast mode is activated

Counted the stacks till my thumb was hurting

Dance for this cash bitch you know u want it

work for the bandz yeah Im throwing this cash till i Run outta breath where's my ventilator?

I started my grind down in south Decatur
Now I'm living where the grass is greener

Cant forget About the place i came from
I Made it out the hood just to feed my kinfolk

I'll choose any bitch & you know she rolling
checking the time in my brand new Rollie

All my haters don't got nothing on me
Bitch I'm getting cheese with no macaroni

wanna test me bring your guns out
Guarantee, I'll beat your ass down

I love the strippers, nigga hands down
Once u show the cash she'll show her ass out

Watch her do it on her tippy toes
Looks like I been in that ass before
Bend it over, baby touch your toes
Lemme show you how much I'm about to throw


Outro:

Watch the throne, witness the take over

King joel, I took the game over

Elision records that's the record chosen

Pledge allegiance, to the force we forming

All my niggas riding with that toolie

in the kitchen like we ratatouille

Want my fall, niggia keep hoping
I'm composing hits just like I'm Beethoven

Summa cumm laude nigga I'm a panther
Way too learned you should call me master

Never dreaded but I'm speaking rasta
Eyes be looking white like I'm alabaster
(Chicks be looking white like she's alabaster)

I love my bitches cos they play their roles
Eating pussy like a sushi roll

Anoint their head with some olive oil
Then I shoot my load where the fuck i want

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