Get money, ni**a, yeah, aw yeah
Dedicate this one to all the hustlers
That get up every motherf**kin` mornin`
An` put they work in, I see you, I see you, boy

I`m up before sunrise, first to hit the block
Lil` bad motherf**ker with a pocket full of rocks
Learned to throw them thangs, get my skinny lil` ass kicked
Ni**az laughed `til the first motherf**ker got blasted

I put the ni**a in his casket
An` now they coverin` the bastard in plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular, f**k when it counts
Tryin` to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce

Gettin` ghost on the five O, f**k them hoes
Got a 45 screamin` out survival
Hey ni**a, can I lay low? Cook some yayo
An` holla five O when I say so

Don`t wanna go to the pen, I`m hittin` fences
NARC`s on a ni**a back, missin` me by inches
An` they say, “How do you survive weighin` 155
In the city where the little ni**az die?”
Tell Mama don`t cry `cause even if they kill me
They can never take the life of a real G

I`m gettin money
I`m gettin money
I`m gettin money
I`m gettin money

Still on parole an` I`m the first ni**a servin`
Pour some liquor on the curb for my homies that deserve
If I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin`
Kinda boomin` `round the way, think today I make a killin`

Dressin` down like I`m dirty but only on the block
Just a clever disguise to keep me runnin` from the cops
Gettin` high, I think I`ll die if I don`t get no ends
I`m in a bucket but I`m ridin` it like it`s a Benz

I hit the strip, I let my music buck
Drinkin` liquor an` I`m lookin` for a bitch to f**k
Rather die makin` money, than live poor an` legal
As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo

I need money in a major way
Time to f**k my girl, she gettin` paid today
I live `Thug Life` an` let the money come to me
`Cause they can never take the game from a young G

I`m gettin money
I`m gettin money
I`m gettin money
I`m gettin money

Damned if I don`t an` damned if a ni**a do
Now watch a young motherf**ker pull the trigger too
Raise up an` don`t let them see ya cry
Dry your eyes, young ni**a, time to do or die

I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my glock
Ain`t no time for a ni**a to even c**k s**t
I done seen a motherf**ker peep pain
At point blank range `cause he slept on the game

Ain`t a damn thing changed, they shakin` the dice
Now roll `em if you can`t stand pain, better hold `em
`Cause ain`t no tellin` what ya might roll
You might fold, catch AIDS from a slight cold

You better live ya life to the fullest
Be quick to kill a bull
Got a pistol, motherf**ker, better pull it
An` even if they kill me
They can never take the life of a young G

I`m gettin money
I`m gettin money
I`m gettin money
I`m gettin money
I`m gettin money