Get Money Nigga
Dedicate this one to all the Hustlas
That get up every morning and put there work in
I see You Boy
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad mothaf*cka with a pocket full of rocks.
And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.
And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothaf*cka got blasted.
I put the nigga in his casket,
Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic.
I smoke blunts on a regular f*ck when it counts.
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.
And get ghost on the five-o, f*ck them hos.
Got a 45 screamin' of survival.
Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo.
Hollar
Im Getting Money Video (MV)
Performed By: 2Pac
Written by: THOMAS ANDERSON, BRYSON EVANS, MICHAEL MOSLEY, TYRONNE RICHARDSON, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR
2Pac - Im Getting Money Lyrics
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Get Money Nigga
Dedicate this one to all the Hustlas
That get up every morning and put there work in
I see You Boy
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad mothaf*cka with a pocket full of rocks.
And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.
And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothaf*cka got blasted.
I put the nigga in his casket,
Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic.
I smoke blunts on a regular f*ck when it counts.
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.
And get ghost on the five-o, f*ck them hos.
Got a 45 screamin' of survival.
Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo.
Hollar
Dedicate this one to all the Hustlas
That get up every morning and put there work in
I see You Boy
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad mothaf*cka with a pocket full of rocks.
And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.
And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothaf*cka got blasted.
I put the nigga in his casket,
Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic.
I smoke blunts on a regular f*ck when it counts.
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.
And get ghost on the five-o, f*ck them hos.
Got a 45 screamin' of survival.
Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo.
Hollar
Writer: THOMAS ANDERSON, BRYSON EVANS, MICHAEL MOSLEY, TYRONNE RICHARDSON, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management