[Intro]
Get money, n***a
Yeah - ah yeah
Dedicate this one to all the hustlers
That get up every motherfuckin' mornin' and put they work in
I see you - I see you, boy

[Verse 1]
I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block
Lil' bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks
Learned to throw them thangs, get my skinny lil' ass kicked
N***as laughed, 'til the first motherfucker got blasted
I put the n***a in his casket
And now they coverin' the bastard in plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular, fuck when it counts
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' ghost on the five-o, fuck them hoes
Got a .45 screamin' out "Survival"
Hey n***a, can I lay low, cook some yeyo?
Holla "five-o" when I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen', I'm hittin' fences
NARC's on a n***a back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive, weighin' one-fifty-five
In the city where the little n***as die
Tell mama don't cry, 'cause even if they kill me
They can never take the life of a real G
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta, 'cause real n***as don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta, 'cause real n***as don't die)
Yeah, I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta, 'cause real n***as don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta, 'cause real n***as don't die)
(Watch out, rollers, n***a)

[Verse 2]
Still on parole and I'm the first n***a servin'
Pour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it
If I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin'
Kinda boomin' round the way, I 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
I'm gettin' high, 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 bump
Drinkin' liquor and I'm lookin' for a bitch to fuck
Rather die makin' money, than live poor and legal
As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo
I need money in a major way
Time to fuck my girl, she gettin' paid today, ha ha ha
I live Thug Life and let the money come to me
'Cause they can never take the game from a young G
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta, 'cause real n***as don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta, 'cause real n***as don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta, 'cause real n***as don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta, 'cause real n***as don't die)

[Verse 3]
Damned if I don't, and damned if a n***a do
Now watch a young motherfucker pull the trigger too
Raise up, and don't let them see ya cry
Dry your eyes, young n***a, time for do or die
I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock
Ain't no time for a n***a to even cock shit
I done seen a motherfucker peep pain
At point blank range cause he slept on the game
Ain't a damn thing changed
You're 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, motherfucker, better pull it
And even if they kill me
They can never take the life of a young G
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta, 'cause real n***as don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta, 'cause real n***as don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta, 'cause real n***as don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta, 'cause real n***as don't die)