We Getting Money - Meek Mill

We getting money over got my block wide open

Throw a stack up in the air if you the trapper of the year

We getting money (you dig)

Money (you dig), money (you dig), money

We getting money over got my block wide open

Throw a stack up in the air if you the trapper of the year

We getting money (you dig)

Money (you dig), money (you dig), money

We all here my dogs here, ball here and ball there

Dog I think I bought so much I need a bald head

Cut my braid off get a hard head

And I just need that Audemar, heavy diamonds all red

Biddies they like how you been, thought you had a five to ten

I tell them bitches money talk, and my niggas got it in

I be getting higher than Dominique

Cause I’m a big dog Glen Robinson

Don’t worry about what I be in

Flow so dominate play with birds like I’m Donovan

Mcnabb, quick fast you’ll get your shit tagged

Think I caught a stomach shot cause I be in my shit bag

Shitting on niggas just dipping on niggas

Getting money over here

Hating ass niggas looking bummy over there

But they don’t want it over here

Cause I got forty on my hip, thirty in the clip

I throw like twenty in your wheel, the other ten to twist your shit

We getting money over got my block wide open

Throw a stack up in the air if you the trapper of the year

We getting money (you dig)

Money (you dig), money (you dig), money

We getting money over got my block wide open

Throw a stack up in the air if you the trapper of the year

We getting money (you dig)

Money (you dig), money (you dig), money

I’m 'bout my money, I-I'm 'bout my money

You’ll see that forty if you try and take it from me

Now Bumpy I was raised on the block

I keep them birds flying every hour it don’t stop

I got that paper stacking like its mail again

Chopping up them pelicans

Hustle 'til them put me in that box or in that cell again

Ya I got it tell a friend, numbers on the low

Throw me one the hommie cop it now that hommie got to go

I get that money on the O, these niggas trying to count it

They swimming in the ocean fuck it I got to drown them

Loso say, Chops we 'gon get them

That forty get to rocking 'til the cops come fit them

I’m trapper of the year I stack it when I make it

And when a nigga spend it these niggas can’t take it

Them YSL sneakers I got G’s on the brim

Twenty grand in the chain

Make them thieves look at him

We getting money over got my block wide open

Throw a stack up in the air if you the trapper of the year

We getting money (you dig)

Money (you dig), money (you dig), money

We getting money over got my block wide open

Throw a stack up in the air if you the trapper of the year

We getting money (you dig)

Money (you dig), money (you dig), money

I’m getting money over here I get money over there

I’m a hustle it see baby I get money anywhere

Trapper of the year I get stacks up out my rear

Man that’s money out the ass and it came from selling

Hold up, I know you wish I tell y’all niggas

So then you get me locked up and I have to mail my niggas

Got the city in a headlock, hood in a frenzy

Block wide open so them cops eyes open

Nigga violate me and my Glock hot smoking

Somebody go tell the hustlers Popeye’s open

They don’t see no money they vision too bleak

While I’m laughing in the Aston with the air conditioned seats

They want to lock me down like they trying to do Meek

But they came paid bail and I was home in a week

Look at them hater looking funny over there

While we hustling hard get money over here

We getting money over got my block wide open

Throw a stack up in the air if you the trapper of the year

We getting money (you dig)

Money (you dig), money (you dig), money

We getting money over got my block wide open

Throw a stack up in the air if you the trapper of the year

We getting money (you dig)

Money (you dig), money (you dig), money