Gettin Money Freestyle Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

[Intro:]Please be clear. This is a fuckin' invasion. Royce Da 5'9" 

[Verse 1:]I'm gettin' money like a motherfucka 

I do dollar like the Yao stretch 

Casino chips that Denale bet 

Ain't spazzin' at the house party 

Mink draggin'/dragon like Bilil breath 

dead prez ran a train on the green lady 

That green lady turned around and had a dream baby 

That dream baby was I 

That green lady was ma 

Follow me honey, it sound funny 

I'm money 

Get it? 

Niggas is idiots so probably not 

I Murder Inc., let Ashanti & Irv Gotti watch 

A walkin' mollie wop 

Tell your whole fellat to cock off 

Drop the jeans 

And take out a foot like when you take a sock off 

I ain't attached to no tooley 

I quite screwy 

I just take the Lock off 

Pop it and Drop It like Huey 

Weed avenue, bread rollin' on Phillie Street 

Triggers get used more than Wayne on Milli beat 

So don't make me laugh 

You think with your class 

I think with my math 

Not with my dick, I speak on his behalf 

Anyone of you motherfuckin' NASCAR tunnel crews 

I call you that, cause you fixin' to crash 

The word in the hood is I got the bag in the streets 

Pull the rig up 

Take a load off, like I'm havin' a seat 

This black coup is V-12 as far as year 

I'm been rappin', reppin' the D-12, ask Proof 

As far as tears 

My face ain't big enough to relate 

How many bodies gone in the form of a tattoo 

Alcoholic, my kidney color is black blue 

Forever fuck with that Remy, love it like Papoose 

Wearin' that XXL mag or in The Source 

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Being the king of the magazines and in a Porsche 

My release date is more important to the country than 

Tunin' into your news stations November 4th (Obama!) 

I turn niggas into veggies and get my lettuce straight 

It's like you niggas addicted to bitch shit, you fetish fake 

Dahlmer 

Pop you, then eat you on the anniversary of your death 

Like the top of a wedding cake 

Two timer 

Yeah, I keep a bitch on the side 

I'm Mr. Warning Guy 

You Mr. Wanna Die 

The Bar Exam 2 comma 

More polished than 

Ray Robinson in his prime 

The shoe shiner 

He kill 'em with his persistence 

Sendin' niggas to hit 'em is a silly mission 

Like he's one of Diddy's assistants 

Look in my trunk and find a pair of legs inside of some gym shoes 

Hangin' out a trash bag and in fumes 

I spit whole winters and then June 

Show up to your video while you performin' 

And shoot you like Ben Boom 

You might have dealt with the tools 

But you ain't swam with them sharks 

Nickle, Mike Phelps in the pool 

You might pull triggers but you don't pull them like me 

Bullets runnin' through shit like the bullets got feet 

I'm gonna keep goin' and goin' like a Energizer 

Inside a flyin' bullet until the day a bullet stops me 

Fuck a bitch, I'm it nigga, I'm a don 

I'm the reaper on Cancer, like I'm a sign 

Immaculately conceived 

Product of dollar signs 

The only father of mine 

Is Father Time 

[Chorus:]I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker 

You ain't got nothin' on me 

I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker 

Fuck this auto tune shit 

That shit sound weak as a bitch 

Unless it's me usin' it 

Cause I'm the shit fool 

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