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