The hustle continues Gettin' money is, gettin' money is Put your mind to, something you want Getin' money is, gettin' money is It come true Gettin' money is what I do, thought you knew Gettin' money is what I do I remember all the nights on different corners spittin' pitchin' water Now I'm richer off the shit I thought of From the home of the richest ballers I'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter This picture all the jiggy shit I ordered I went to France and almost got deported The fans is screaming when I hit the border I visit Nice like it's my sisters daughter Vision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all Whore without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order And do somethin' different, gettin' tired of the same old shit When I'm spittin' lines, 'bout the section lines, I sit you kids who listen for us I see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true fact Get money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that Gettin' money is what I do, thought you knew Gettin' money is what I do Candy low slider, I'm a sole survivor Keep a suite in my riser, bitch I'm keepin' it liver Did not envy Joe, I thank fans, talk slow He think he want a war but he don't really wanna go Gettin' me some head from Sheryl Crow A helluva blow, from a millionaire snow You can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes Now I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the blues I'm touchin' on a cock, I put her on the block You think I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never stop Poppin' the trunk, and testin' the pills Don't give a fuck bout where you're from Don't give a fuck bout how you feel Gettin' money is what I do, thought you knew Gettin' money is what I do I'm the best still in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne The Louis store I drop bands, the Gucci store I drop bands Prada store I went ham, my left wrist it cost a lamb Your girlfriend a groupie like Trident she wanna chew me Hell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em I'm a dog just like Snoopy And when I leave the mall it's sold out, erryday shoppin' Taylor gang, blowin' money, 50,000 on wrist watches 100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your bags Bitch I came from hell and nothin', damn right I have to brag Try me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag All I talk is money ho, rich niggas don't lollygag Gettin' money is what I do, thought you knew Gettin' money is what I do Get money is the main reason most people wake up The root of why most relationships is startin' break ups While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup While we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up It's an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar Some is in the streets and some is workin' blue collar Real up in your field and man it make you wanna holler Say your prayer for a player, amen inshallah Been like that, ain't a damn thing change Money on mind, the red of my brain Candy paint is gonna drip that stain Lean on left, the grip of my grain See ain't a damn thing change but the weather So If you ain't breakin' bread then we can't even sit together Gettin' money is what I do