Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
They give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C.
Yeah, well, it's young Dash to all those who don't know
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime
Grand Hustle bitch and I done said it for the last time
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my bitches for?
You don't really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours
Sayin' that you rich and all, tell me what'chu bitchin' for
Deposit it and let it sit 'cause all the cash mine
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
Family and friends be the only ones missin' boy
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours
Eatin' through her stomach like a gastric, bypass
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
The boy who stay hot when his jewels is so cold
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag
Have you duckin' on the shit, wanna let the thunder spit
Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul Wall
Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
Readin' the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin' on 'em
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my bitches for?
Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
It's the young boss, show you what the imp us for
Other niggaz settle down 'cause I don't bag mine
Been goin' easy on you rappers I'ma mash now
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my bitches for?
Fourty cal's and 45 glocks, I don't like nine
Chauffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned back
Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin' shit
The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna see
Killer screwface and he cockin' that fo'-fo'
Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine
I'm already rich, use the rappin' as a pastime
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my bitches for?
Haters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
Mac-9 and automatic flatten niggaz lifeline
Play all day on the Siruis, radio
Cruisin' up, tinted up, gotta be some star
Is all that called for? Whole crew do it up
Number one rule, think B.I.G.
Was the first one to "Punk" y'all
Like an old album, you happen to come for us
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
Niggaz throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours
Boss lady pull up in the back of the Maybach
When you in my town you got to see me to buy a pass
In designer outfits, while sellin' the tag
You see me pull it I'ma blast, I don't flash mine
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Satellite TV, who do it like me?
Fifty grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P.
Champagne, threw it up, till niggaz threw it up
Keep the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I'm ass
Bitch, you better buy a pass and you better have the cash
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
Have yo' ass holy and resemblin' Spongebob
You been with a chump pah like Ashton
You niggaz livin' check to check but I don't cash mine
Don't know what to call it, they say it's a truck car
Maybe 'cause I'm gettin mine, well, is you gettin' yours?
You guys get dust off
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours
Get bucked, bitch, give a fuck who you run and get
