WHOLE LOTTA CASH ft. Big Benny Lyrics

Getting to the money got me out of my feelings

Wasn't doing no crying, I was buying, I was spending

Getting to the money got me out of my feelings

Why open the door, when I can jump through the ceiling

Getting to the money got a hater looking mad

Buying all my kids things that I never had

Shoe box money, bank money, paper bag

Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of cash

Getting to the money got me out of my feelings

Wasn't doing no crying, I was buying, I was spending

Getting to the money got me out of my feelings

Why open the door, when I can jump through the ceiling

Getting to the money got a hater looking mad

Buying all my kids things that I never had

Shoe box money, bank money, paper bag

Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of cash

Before I had money, had bitches

Before bone thugs, I got busy

Before I jumped fresh

It was white tee, heavy starched dickies

Sickest nigga rapping from the city

Can't no one fuck with me

She don't even like me, but I fuck her so good

Real good, that she do what she told, and stuck with me

Shorty stayed down, so she knows she's up with me

Shorty stayed down, so she knows she's up with me

Before I had a dime, had a dime

Before I had beef, had a nine

Oaktree, I ain't lying

Buddy better chill, 'fore buddy have to yield

If you're looking for the king, then it's me you'll find

Hustle on the side, while I'm working 9 to 5

Rap when I wanted, but I rarely had time

Jack of all trades, either way I provide

Ain't baseball, but you know I'm a slide

Out of here, I got a lot of gear, freshest since Rocawear

Walk on the beat, barefoot, ain't no socks in here

She like my style, give me kiss like the Lox in here

Ask about shorty, yeah I get it popping here

Know that like bojack, flashy like kodak

Bars is like bullets, yeah you got to hold that

Dope like an eight ball, my nigga that's more racks

Dope like an eight ball, my nigga that's more racks

Getting to the money got me out of my feelings

Wasn't doing no crying, I was buying, I was spending

Getting to the money got me out of my feelings

Why open the door, when I can jump through the ceiling

Getting to the money got a hater looking mad

Buying all my kids things that I never had

Shoe box money, bank money, paper bag

Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of cash

Getting to the money make them act cool with me

I don't like them like that, I ain't taking no pictures

Getting to the money make them say you being different

Make a pretty bitch committed, make buddy go missing

Getting to the money got a hater looking mad

Talking 'bout their feelings, but them feelings ain't fact

Shoe box money, bank money, paper bag

Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of cash

Before I had anything, bruh, I had leveled up multiple times

Slaughtering multiple dimes

I always been blessed but I got a few demons

I'm fly with that portable fire

Before all this music shit I was a student

Being honest I always was rapping

Somewhere out east side Atlanta

Where everyone's A and B smart

But them niggas were trapping

Before any business

I need to know who, what, and where

Hoe, I need a percentage

Hmph

Pardon my Frenches, I ain't even finished

I'm pissed, let me pull up my britches

Hmph

No excuses for living, I'm raising the prices myself

I got some vices myself, feel like I'm fighting myself

Starting to frighten myself, but I'll never put me on the shelf

Hmph

Beef with you niggas is like beef with impossible burger

It ain't even worth it

I do it for family, y'all do it for camera

That's skin level shit and I stopped using Jergens

Ain't ever concerned with a goofy, that's circus

They got it in lyrics but never in person

Y'all broke like the ice cream machine at McDonald's

Whenever we need you your ass out-of-service

My nigga I'm

Getting to the money got me out of my feelings

Wasn't doing no crying, I was buying, I was spending

Getting to the money got me out of my feelings

Why open the door, when I can jump through the ceiling

Getting to the money got a hater looking mad

Buying all my kids things that I never had

Shoe box money, bank money, paper bag

Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of cash

Getting to the money got me out of my feelings

Wasn't doing no crying, I was buying, I was spending

Getting to the money got me out of my feelings

Why open the door, when I can jump through the ceiling

Getting to the money got a hater looking mad

Buying all my kids things that I never had

Shoe box money, bank money, paper bag

Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of cash

I got it