We Be Getting Money

{Ju-Ju-Ju-

Ju-Juvenile} [Intro: repeat 2X]

I get plenty cheese, plenty plenty cheese [3X]

Cheese {YE

AHHHHH} BR

EAK!!! [Chorus: repeat 2X]

While you niggaz steady talkin, we be gettin money 24/7 on the grizzy that's how we hustlin

We be gettin money, we be gettin money

We be gettin money over you we gettin money [Juvenile]

I bleed lighter fluid,

I'm on my barbecue

So keep you guard up boy 'fore

I bark at you

I get plenty cheese,

I'm a la macaroni

I'm shittin on 'em like my money got a bladder on it

Thug G hard, somewhere the gangster put a saddle on it

Get rid of beef like a trunkload of cattle on me

At America's

Game, you missed the ceremony

That bitch got papers on me, got me an alimony

The mayor went and told the chief to put a handle on me

Tourists visitin to see what's all the pandemony

I parked the

Benz, slang and win, they got the

Phanton on me

They tried to tune a nigga out,

I changed the channel on me

Bitches fallin in love, they burnin cameras on me

Meanwhile these niggaz schemin and scammin on me

Go 'head and hate, keep on runnin to what

I carry on me

I'm at the plate with the bat,

I'm doin the

Barry homey! [Chorus] [Shawty Lo]

Gene Gene with the thing now it's buckwild

Shoot a nigga,

I ain't care, went to

Juvenile When

I came home, it was ninety-six

Got a introduce, to the money bitch

All I want is bread, now

I'm hood rich

Bankhead Shawty, let's do this

Fuck it I'm so rich, so

I bless my wrists

A hundred carats, you silly rabbit

I won't stop now,

I had to elevate

I'm a millionaire, and

I ain't graduate

I'm ballin up the boozy,

I gotta stomach ache

Don't ever wake up, yeah my life great [Chorus]

They tried to tune a nigga out,

I changed the channel on me [2X] [Dorrough]

I'm somethin like a pimp, with a bitch to please

From the hood so

I'll take a bitch to

Mickey D's

I get plenty money,

I get plenty cheese

Livin life high since the first day

I hit the weed

Bought a Lambo, which now means

I get to speed

Never know what

I'ma do they call me

Mr. Trickysleeves

Lil' momma out of line?

I tell her hit the trees

Krystal wanna spend the night

I told her wait 'til

Vickie leaves

D-O-double-

R, oh you can't forget

G H-Town,

D-Town, on my way to

T-Town N.Y.

C. me, watch me break a beat down

Lose a bitch, grab a badder bitch off the rebound

See a hater slide him, before my niggaz him

Screamin money ain't a problem, watch me stick him up and rob him 24 cal, light weap' revolver

Nigga try to come between the money that's a problem solver [Chorus]

BREAK!!! [echoes]