King Arut – Gettin' Money Is My Job lyrics

(T-Pain)
Ha... Gettin' Money Ain't A Hobby that's True
So True Fa Me Not You... Gettin' Money Ain't
A Hobby that's True Fa Me Not, Not, Not You
Gettin' Money Ain't A Hobby that's True it's
A Job Fa Da Cash No Goin' Back I Choose My
Job Gettin' Dat Paper From You...

(Lil Huff)
Gettin' Money Is A Job Fa Me Not You
I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
Ya see me ridin in the chevy 44 on the seat
Gettin' Money Ridin' High, Higher Than You Can See
I the neighborhood superstar
Pimp a chevy pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes
Gettin' Money Every Day
I'm Just Warnin' Ya Please don't Waste My Time
I'm burnin' rubber fuck the cops
Another day on my block
I'm Gettin' Money Good it's Like Dey some Robo Cops...

(T-Pain)
Ha... Gettin' Money Ain't A Hobby that's True
So True Fa Me Not You... Gettin' Money Ain't
A Hobby that's True Fa Me Not, Not, Not You
Gettin' Money Ain't A Hobby that's True it's
A Job Fa Da Cash No Goin' Back I Choose My
Job Gettin' Dat Paper From You...

(King Arut)
Southside niggas I'm Droppin' 50 Million On Da Block
At My Spot Where Yo niggas Can't Dot Me Nor can't Stop Me
Gettin' Money Is My Job And Dey Can't Jock Me...
Please, Don't Make A fool Out Yourself
I Get Mo Money Den You Get Wel-Fare
Now I Took yo Girl And I Ain't Shamed
Bang Bang Toosie Roll Pop Pop Dats Her Name
Hey, I Can't Blame Her... She Want Somebody
That Can Do Her Right Treat Her... Give It To Her
Every Mid-Night (ha ha) And We All Know it's Not You
While I'm Bankin' It Up I'm Hustlin Not You... So Guess What?
I Got My Money And Yo Gul Too...

(T-Pain)
Ha... Gettin' Money Ain't A Hobby that's True
So True Fa Me Not You... Gettin' Money Ain't
A Hobby that's True Fa Me Not, Not, Not You
Gettin' Money Ain't A Hobby that's True it's
A Job Fa Da Cash No Goin' Back I Choose My
Job Gettin' Dat Paper From You
Got niggas lil ladies
Droppin they panties
Smackin they fannies, sayin his name
So I'm playin the game they want me to play
Sayin everythang they want me to say
And I promised home boy
If I get back to this rappin
It wont be today
Aint got time for the rap shit, bap shit
Make a hand clap shit,
Nappy, nappy, nappy mo nap shit
That shit second
This shit first
Gettin' Money that's Always Da First