[{"id":13146897,"name":"Wavybone","trackName":"Wavybone","artistName":"Pimp C","albumName":"Long Live the Pimp","duration":291.216,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The hustle continues\nGettin' money is, gettin' money is\nPut your mind to, something you want\nGettin' money is, gettin' money is\nIt come true\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nI remember all the nights on different corners spittin' pitchin' water\nNow I'm richer off the shit I thought of\nFrom the home of the richest ballers\nI'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter\nThis picture all the jiggy shit I ordered\nI went to France and almost got deported\nThe fans is screaming when I hit the border\nI visit Nice like it's my sisters daughter\nVision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all\nPoor without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order\nAnd do somethin' different, gettin' tired of the same old shit\nWhen I'm spittin' lines, 'bout the section lines\nI sit you kids who listen for us\nI see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true fact\nGet money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nCandy low slider, I'm a soul survivor\nKeep a Sweet in my visor, bitch I'm keepin' it liver\nThan the average Joe, I think fast, talk slow\nHe think he want a war but he don't really wanna go\nNeed to get me some head from Sheryl Crow\nA helluva blow, from a millionaire snow\nYou can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes\nNow I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the blues\nI'm touchin' on her cot, I put her on the block\nYou think I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never stop\nPoppin' the trunk, and testin' the pills\nDon't give a fuck bout where you're from\nDon't give a fuck bout how you feel\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nI'm the best still in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James\nGotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne\nThe Louis store, I drop bands, the Gucci store, I drop bands\nPrada store, I went HAM, my left wrist, it cost a lamb\nYour girlfriend a groupie, like Trident, she wanna chew me\nHell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em, I'm a dog just like Snoopy\nAnd when I leave the mall, it's sold out, erryday shoppin'\nTaylor Gang, blowin' money, $50, 000 on wrist watches\n$100, 000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your bags\nBitch I came from having nothin', damn right I have to brag\nTry me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag\nAll I talk is money ho, rich niggas don't lollygag\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nGet money is the main reason most people wake up\nThe root of why most relationships is startin' break ups\nWhile niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup\nWhile we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up\nIt's an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar\nSome is in the streets and some is workin' blue collar\nReal up in your field and man it make you wanna holler\nSay your prayer for a player, amen inshallah\nBeen like that, ain't a damn thing change\nMoney on mind, the red of my brain\nCandy paint is gonna drip that stain\nLean on left, the grip of my grain\nSee ain't a damn thing change but the weather\nSo If you ain't breakin' bread then we can't even sit together\n\nGettin' money is (what I do)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wavybone\n  artist: Pimp C\n  album: Long Live the Pimp\n  duration_ms: 291216\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The hustle continues\n  Gettin' money is, gettin' money is\n  Put your mind to, something you want\n  Gettin' money is, gettin' money is\n  It come true\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  I remember all the nights on different corners spittin' pitchin' water\n  Now I'm richer off the shit I thought of\n  From the home of the richest ballers\n  I'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter\n  This picture all the jiggy shit I ordered\n  I went to France and almost got deported\n  The fans is screaming when I hit the border\n  I visit Nice like it's my sisters daughter\n  Vision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all\n  Poor without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order\n  And do somethin' different, gettin' tired of the same old shit\n  When I'm spittin' lines, 'bout the section lines\n  I sit you kids who listen for us\n  I see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true fact\n  Get money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  Candy low slider, I'm a soul survivor\n  Keep a Sweet in my visor, bitch I'm keepin' it liver\n  Than the average Joe, I think fast, talk slow\n  He think he want a war but he don't really wanna go\n  Need to get me some head from Sheryl Crow\n  A helluva blow, from a millionaire snow\n  You can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes\n  Now I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the blues\n  I'm touchin' on her cot, I put her on the block\n  You think I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never stop\n  Poppin' the trunk, and testin' the pills\n  Don't give a fuck bout where you're from\n  Don't give a fuck bout how you feel\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  I'm the best still in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James\n  Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne\n  The Louis store, I drop bands, the Gucci store, I drop bands\n  Prada store, I went HAM, my left wrist, it cost a lamb\n  Your girlfriend a groupie, like Trident, she wanna chew me\n  Hell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em, I'm a dog just like Snoopy\n  And when I leave the mall, it's sold out, erryday shoppin'\n  Taylor Gang, blowin' money, $50, 000 on wrist watches\n  $100, 000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your bags\n  Bitch I came from having nothin', damn right I have to brag\n  Try me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag\n  All I talk is money ho, rich niggas don't lollygag\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  Get money is the main reason most people wake up\n  The root of why most relationships is startin' break ups\n  While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup\n  While we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up\n  It's an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar\n  Some is in the streets and some is workin' blue collar\n  Real up in your field and man it make you wanna holler\n  Say your prayer for a player, amen inshallah\n  Been like that, ain't a damn thing change\n  Money on mind, the red of my brain\n  Candy paint is gonna drip that stain\n  Lean on left, the grip of my grain\n  See ain't a damn thing change but the weather\n  So If you ain't breakin' bread then we can't even sit together\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n"},{"id":17887585,"name":"Wavybone","trackName":"Wavybone","artistName":"Pimp C feat. ASAP Rocky, Juicy J & Bun B","albumName":"Long Live the Pimp","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The hustle continues\nGettin' money is, gettin' money is\nPut your mind to, something you want\nGettin' money is, gettin' money is\nIt come true\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nI remember all the nights on different corners spittin' pitchin' water\nNow I'm richer off the shit I thought of\nFrom the home of the richest ballers\nI'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter\nThis picture all the jiggy shit I ordered\nI went to France and almost got deported\nThe fans is screaming when I hit the border\nI visit Nice like it's my sisters daughter\nVision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all\nPoor without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order\nAnd do somethin' different, gettin' tired of the same old shit\nWhen I'm spittin' lines, 'bout the section lines\nI sit you kids who listen for us\nI see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true fact\nGet money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nCandy low slider, I'm a soul survivor\nKeep a Sweet in my visor, bitch I'm keepin' it liver\nThan the average Joe, I think fast, talk slow\nHe think he want a war but he don't really wanna go\nNeed to get me some head from Sheryl Crow\nA helluva blow, from a millionaire snow\nYou can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes\nNow I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the blues\nI'm touchin' on her cot, I put her on the block\nYou think I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never stop\nPoppin' the trunk, and testin' the pills\nDon't give a fuck bout where you're from\nDon't give a fuck bout how you feel\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nI'm the best still in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James\nGotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne\nThe Louis store, I drop bands, the Gucci store, I drop bands\nPrada store, I went HAM, my left wrist, it cost a lamb\nYour girlfriend a groupie, like Trident, she wanna chew me\nHell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em, I'm a dog just like Snoopy\nAnd when I leave the mall, it's sold out, erryday shoppin'\nTaylor Gang, blowin' money, $50, 000 on wrist watches\n$100, 000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your bags\nBitch I came from having nothin', damn right I have to brag\nTry me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag\nAll I talk is money ho, rich niggas don't lollygag\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nGet money is the main reason most people wake up\nThe root of why most relationships is startin' break ups\nWhile niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup\nWhile we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up\nIt's an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar\nSome is in the streets and some is workin' blue collar\nReal up in your field and man it make you wanna holler\nSay your prayer for a player, amen inshallah\nBeen like that, ain't a damn thing change\nMoney on mind, the red of my brain\nCandy paint is gonna drip that stain\nLean on left, the grip of my grain\nSee ain't a damn thing change but the weather\nSo If you ain't breakin' bread then we can't even sit together\n\nGettin' money is (what I do)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wavybone\n  artist: Pimp C feat. ASAP Rocky, Juicy J & Bun B\n  album: Long Live the Pimp\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The hustle continues\n  Gettin' money is, gettin' money is\n  Put your mind to, something you want\n  Gettin' money is, gettin' money is\n  It come true\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  I remember all the nights on different corners spittin' pitchin' water\n  Now I'm richer off the shit I thought of\n  From the home of the richest ballers\n  I'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter\n  This picture all the jiggy shit I ordered\n  I went to France and almost got deported\n  The fans is screaming when I hit the border\n  I visit Nice like it's my sisters daughter\n  Vision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all\n  Poor without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order\n  And do somethin' different, gettin' tired of the same old shit\n  When I'm spittin' lines, 'bout the section lines\n  I sit you kids who listen for us\n  I see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true fact\n  Get money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  Candy low slider, I'm a soul survivor\n  Keep a Sweet in my visor, bitch I'm keepin' it liver\n  Than the average Joe, I think fast, talk slow\n  He think he want a war but he don't really wanna go\n  Need to get me some head from Sheryl Crow\n  A helluva blow, from a millionaire snow\n  You can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes\n  Now I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the blues\n  I'm touchin' on her cot, I put her on the block\n  You think I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never stop\n  Poppin' the trunk, and testin' the pills\n  Don't give a fuck bout where you're from\n  Don't give a fuck bout how you feel\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  I'm the best still in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James\n  Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne\n  The Louis store, I drop bands, the Gucci store, I drop bands\n  Prada store, I went HAM, my left wrist, it cost a lamb\n  Your girlfriend a groupie, like Trident, she wanna chew me\n  Hell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em, I'm a dog just like Snoopy\n  And when I leave the mall, it's sold out, erryday shoppin'\n  Taylor Gang, blowin' money, $50, 000 on wrist watches\n  $100, 000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your bags\n  Bitch I came from having nothin', damn right I have to brag\n  Try me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag\n  All I talk is money ho, rich niggas don't lollygag\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  Get money is the main reason most people wake up\n  The root of why most relationships is startin' break ups\n  While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup\n  While we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up\n  It's an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar\n  Some is in the streets and some is workin' blue collar\n  Real up in your field and man it make you wanna holler\n  Say your prayer for a player, amen inshallah\n  Been like that, ain't a damn thing change\n  Money on mind, the red of my brain\n  Candy paint is gonna drip that stain\n  Lean on left, the grip of my grain\n  See ain't a damn thing change but the weather\n  So If you ain't breakin' bread then we can't even sit together\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n"},{"id":38169955,"name":"Wavybone","trackName":"Wavybone","artistName":"Pimp C A$AP Rocky Juicy J Bun B","albumName":"Long Live the Pimp","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The hustle continues\nGettin' money is, gettin' money is\nPut your mind to, something you want\nGettin' money is, gettin' money is\nIt come true\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nI remember all the nights on different corners spittin' pitchin' water\nNow I'm richer off the shit I thought of\nFrom the home of the richest ballers\nI'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter\nThis picture all the jiggy shit I ordered\nI went to France and almost got deported\nThe fans is screaming when I hit the border\nI visit Nice like it's my sisters daughter\nVision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all\nPoor without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order\nAnd do somethin' different, gettin' tired of the same old shit\nWhen I'm spittin' lines, 'bout the section lines\nI sit you kids who listen for us\nI see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true fact\nGet money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nCandy low slider, I'm a soul survivor\nKeep a Sweet in my visor, bitch I'm keepin' it liver\nThan the average Joe, I think fast, talk slow\nHe think he want a war but he don't really wanna go\nNeed to get me some head from Sheryl Crow\nA helluva blow, from a millionaire snow\nYou can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes\nNow I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the blues\nI'm touchin' on her cot, I put her on the block\nYou think I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never stop\nPoppin' the trunk, and testin' the pills\nDon't give a fuck bout where you're from\nDon't give a fuck bout how you feel\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nI'm the best still in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James\nGotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne\nThe Louis store, I drop bands, the Gucci store, I drop bands\nPrada store, I went HAM, my left wrist, it cost a lamb\nYour girlfriend a groupie, like Trident, she wanna chew me\nHell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em, I'm a dog just like Snoopy\nAnd when I leave the mall, it's sold out, erryday shoppin'\nTaylor Gang, blowin' money, $50, 000 on wrist watches\n$100, 000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your bags\nBitch I came from having nothin', damn right I have to brag\nTry me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag\nAll I talk is money ho, rich niggas don't lollygag\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nGet money is the main reason most people wake up\nThe root of why most relationships is startin' break ups\nWhile niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup\nWhile we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up\nIt's an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar\nSome is in the streets and some is workin' blue collar\nReal up in your field and man it make you wanna holler\nSay your prayer for a player, amen inshallah\nBeen like that, ain't a damn thing change\nMoney on mind, the red of my brain\nCandy paint is gonna drip that stain\nLean on left, the grip of my grain\nSee ain't a damn thing change but the weather\nSo If you ain't breakin' bread then we can't even sit together\n\nGettin' money is (what I do)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wavybone\n  artist: Pimp C A$AP Rocky Juicy J Bun B\n  album: Long Live the Pimp\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The hustle continues\n  Gettin' money is, gettin' money is\n  Put your mind to, something you want\n  Gettin' money is, gettin' money is\n  It come true\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  I remember all the nights on different corners spittin' pitchin' water\n  Now I'm richer off the shit I thought of\n  From the home of the richest ballers\n  I'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter\n  This picture all the jiggy shit I ordered\n  I went to France and almost got deported\n  The fans is screaming when I hit the border\n  I visit Nice like it's my sisters daughter\n  Vision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all\n  Poor without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order\n  And do somethin' different, gettin' tired of the same old shit\n  When I'm spittin' lines, 'bout the section lines\n  I sit you kids who listen for us\n  I see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true fact\n  Get money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  Candy low slider, I'm a soul survivor\n  Keep a Sweet in my visor, bitch I'm keepin' it liver\n  Than the average Joe, I think fast, talk slow\n  He think he want a war but he don't really wanna go\n  Need to get me some head from Sheryl Crow\n  A helluva blow, from a millionaire snow\n  You can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes\n  Now I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the blues\n  I'm touchin' on her cot, I put her on the block\n  You think I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never stop\n  Poppin' the trunk, and testin' the pills\n  Don't give a fuck bout where you're from\n  Don't give a fuck bout how you feel\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  I'm the best still in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James\n  Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne\n  The Louis store, I drop bands, the Gucci store, I drop bands\n  Prada store, I went HAM, my left wrist, it cost a lamb\n  Your girlfriend a groupie, like Trident, she wanna chew me\n  Hell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em, I'm a dog just like Snoopy\n  And when I leave the mall, it's sold out, erryday shoppin'\n  Taylor Gang, blowin' money, $50, 000 on wrist watches\n  $100, 000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your bags\n  Bitch I came from having nothin', damn right I have to brag\n  Try me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag\n  All I talk is money ho, rich niggas don't lollygag\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  Get money is the main reason most people wake up\n  The root of why most relationships is startin' break ups\n  While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup\n  While we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up\n  It's an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar\n  Some is in the streets and some is workin' blue collar\n  Real up in your field and man it make you wanna holler\n  Say your prayer for a player, amen inshallah\n  Been like that, ain't a damn thing change\n  Money on mind, the red of my brain\n  Candy paint is gonna drip that stain\n  Lean on left, the grip of my grain\n  See ain't a damn thing change but the weather\n  So If you ain't breakin' bread then we can't even sit together\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n"},{"id":6005697,"name":"Wavybone","trackName":"Wavybone","artistName":"Pimp C feat. 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A$AP Rocky, Juicy J & Bun B\n  album: Long Live the Pimp\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The hustle continues\n  Gettin' money is, gettin' money is\n  Put your mind to, something you want\n  Gettin' money is, gettin' money is\n  It come true\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  I remember all the nights on different corners spittin' pitchin' water\n  Now I'm richer off the shit I thought of\n  From the home of the richest ballers\n  I'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter\n  This picture all the jiggy shit I ordered\n  I went to France and almost got deported\n  The fans is screaming when I hit the border\n  I visit Nice like it's my sisters daughter\n  Vision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all\n  Poor without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order\n  And do somethin' different, gettin' tired of the same old shit\n  When I'm spittin' lines, 'bout the section lines\n  I sit you kids who listen for us\n  I see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true fact\n  Get money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  Candy low slider, I'm a soul survivor\n  Keep a Sweet in my visor, bitch I'm keepin' it liver\n  Than the average Joe, I think fast, talk slow\n  He think he want a war but he don't really wanna go\n  Need to get me some head from Sheryl Crow\n  A helluva blow, from a millionaire snow\n  You can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes\n  Now I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the blues\n  I'm touchin' on her cot, I put her on the block\n  You think I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never stop\n  Poppin' the trunk, and testin' the pills\n  Don't give a fuck bout where you're from\n  Don't give a fuck bout how you feel\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  I'm the best still in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James\n  Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne\n  The Louis store, I drop bands, the Gucci store, I drop bands\n  Prada store, I went HAM, my left wrist, it cost a lamb\n  Your girlfriend a groupie, like Trident, she wanna chew me\n  Hell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em, I'm a dog just like Snoopy\n  And when I leave the mall, it's sold out, erryday shoppin'\n  Taylor Gang, blowin' money, $50, 000 on wrist watches\n  $100, 000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your bags\n  Bitch I came from having nothin', damn right I have to brag\n  Try me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag\n  All I talk is money ho, rich niggas don't lollygag\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  Get money is the main reason most people wake up\n  The root of why most relationships is startin' break ups\n  While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup\n  While we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up\n  It's an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar\n  Some is in the streets and some is workin' blue collar\n  Real up in your field and man it make you wanna holler\n  Say your prayer for a player, amen inshallah\n  Been like that, ain't a damn thing change\n  Money on mind, the red of my brain\n  Candy paint is gonna drip that stain\n  Lean on left, the grip of my grain\n  See ain't a damn thing change but the weather\n  So If you ain't breakin' bread then we can't even sit together\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n"},{"id":10222391,"name":"Wavybone","trackName":"Wavybone","artistName":"Pimp C feat․ A$AP Rocky, Juicy J & Bun 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the section lines\nI sit you kids who listen for us\nI see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true fact\nGet money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nCandy low slider, I'm a soul survivor\nKeep a Sweet in my visor, bitch I'm keepin' it liver\nThan the average Joe, I think fast, talk slow\nHe think he want a war but he don't really wanna go\nNeed to get me some head from Sheryl Crow\nA helluva blow, from a millionaire snow\nYou can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes\nNow I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the blues\nI'm touchin' on her cot, I put her on the block\nYou think I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never stop\nPoppin' the trunk, and testin' the pills\nDon't give a fuck bout where you're from\nDon't give a fuck bout how you feel\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nI'm the best still in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James\nGotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne\nThe Louis store, I drop bands, the Gucci store, I drop bands\nPrada store, I went HAM, my left wrist, it cost a lamb\nYour girlfriend a groupie, like Trident, she wanna chew me\nHell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em, I'm a dog just like Snoopy\nAnd when I leave the mall, it's sold out, erryday shoppin'\nTaylor Gang, blowin' money, $50, 000 on wrist watches\n$100, 000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your bags\nBitch I came from having nothin', damn right I have to brag\nTry me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag\nAll I talk is money ho, rich niggas don't lollygag\n\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\nGettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\nGettin' money is (what I do)\nGettin' money is (what I do)\n\nGet money is the main 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that, thought you knew that\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  Candy low slider, I'm a soul survivor\n  Keep a Sweet in my visor, bitch I'm keepin' it liver\n  Than the average Joe, I think fast, talk slow\n  He think he want a war but he don't really wanna go\n  Need to get me some head from Sheryl Crow\n  A helluva blow, from a millionaire snow\n  You can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes\n  Now I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the blues\n  I'm touchin' on her cot, I put her on the block\n  You think I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never stop\n  Poppin' the trunk, and testin' the pills\n  Don't give a fuck bout where you're from\n  Don't give a fuck bout how you feel\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  I'm the best still in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James\n  Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne\n  The Louis store, I drop bands, the Gucci store, I drop bands\n  Prada store, I went HAM, my left wrist, it cost a lamb\n  Your girlfriend a groupie, like Trident, she wanna chew me\n  Hell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em, I'm a dog just like Snoopy\n  And when I leave the mall, it's sold out, erryday shoppin'\n  Taylor Gang, blowin' money, $50, 000 on wrist watches\n  $100, 000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your bags\n  Bitch I came from having nothin', damn right I have to brag\n  Try me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag\n  All I talk is money ho, rich niggas don't lollygag\n\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought you knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do) I thought y'all knew\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n  Gettin' money is (what I do)\n\n  Get money is the main reason most people wake up\n  The root of why most 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