Song Description

Female rap song similar to Cardi B, Saweetie, and City Girls. Feminine power, independent woman getting her own money.

Lyrics

Chorus (2x's)
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money


Verse
I gotta hustle, I gotta grind
I got a family to feed on my dime
Come from the struggle, now I get to strive
I do what it takes just to keep 'em alive
You can't walk a mile in my shoes
Ain't nobody gon play me, you haters so shady
You praying to God that I lose
But you can't wrap your mind on my moves
I do what I choose
I go to the mall and I cop it
If it ain't money, don't speak on the topic
Ain't tryna be humble
I used to be sleeping on floors, I need all these clothes in my closet
Give me that watch, give me that chain
Ice out the pinky, baguettes on the ring
Only connect if it comes with a check, better show some respect
When you speak on my name
This food on the table ain't free
Want my time then it come with a fee
Focus only business and stacking my riches, you better stop playing with me
I got people that show up at cribs
If you cross me, I come where you live
Momma come to collect for them bills
Think I'm joking, I'll show you it's real. Lets go

Chorus (2x's)
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money

Verse
Straight out the south, keep platinum and gold in our mouth
Let you know that we balling, no time for the stalling, this money I can't even count
Keep a stash in the house
Some more in the couch, I save it in case of a drought
Ain't no faking allowed, I came from the bottom I can't even trust an account
See you jocking my style
I came with the drip in a heatwave
Run it back for the club on replay
Came through with the cake, no b-day
Act up gotta get it on freeze frame
Boss, baby I'm born like this
Who you know whipping in a foreign like this?
Never need a man when you on like this
Rather get paid than a forehead kiss
Ok
I need my 50s and hundreds in big bags
Small waist getting big cash
Drinks pouring in a big glass
You can see it on me, got big swag
When I walk in the show stop
When I go to work, I don't punch no clock
Little shawty come through put the game on lock
I make it rain til I flood out the block, whoa.

Chorus (2x's)
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
I be getting to the money
You can't tell me nothing if you ain't getting to the money