[Verse 1: Clyde Carson]
(Yeah)
Dope in the rolled paper (rolled paper)
I run a try and go offense (offense)
Pull up with the dose up, cautious
They hatin' on a n***a, but the brauds love it all the time
You know what I ain't 'bout
In the gang ain't anybody that slow it up (come on)
I be on it ASAP
Get the dope, hit the club, pass the drank, roll it up
Great Benz and a Rolex (a Rolex)
Sprintin' to the money, but it's no sweat
Trap n***as, I don't see no threat
When I say [?] dollar talkin', I see no, ya (ya)
She in love, cause it's organised
Dealership, Frank Gotti, I'mma had to order mine
Ain't done, cause it's mortifying
Money stays on my mind

[Chorus: Clyde Carson]
(Yeah)
My n***a, I be gettin' to it
Gettin' to it, gettin' to it
My n***a, I be gettin' to it
Gettin' to it, gettin' to it
My n***a, I be gettin' to this money
Gettin' to this kind
My n***a, I be gettin' to it
Gettin' to it, gettin' to it

[Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak]
(Ey)
From the Bay to LA to the San Diego
Shippin' chicken for the [?] sauce d'Alfredo
Yeah, I look good, boy, ney, they can't
They go [?] cheese on my [?], I ain't talkin' play dough
Properly respected, well connected, yeah, streets love me
Fuckin' with [?] show your ride, gettin' to this money
Fool just ain't call it stayin' hungry
You don’t hit my tummy boy, I'm gettin' money
[?] a short line, fresh [?], yeah
Clear [?], only that wooden on the [?]
Balenciagas on my feed, bill at 700
White gold chain 40 carats bouncin' off my stomach
From the [?], a n***a [?] a night [?]
Rescue his little TD folks and the n***a ran
Hussle in the [?] and then they looked at rappin'
Only the best, I started [?]
[Chorus: Clyde Carson]
My n***a, I be gettin' to it
Gettin' to it, gettin' to it
My n***a, I be gettin' to it
Gettin' to it, gettin' to it
My n***a, I be gettin' to this money
Gettin' to this kind
My n***a, I be gettin' to it
Gettin' to it, gettin' to it