Gettin Money Lyrics – Trap Dickey

Read the full Gettin Money lyrics by Trap Dickey and OJ da Juiceman along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Trap Dickey’s music, you can also explore Down South and I Go, two other songs by Trap Dickey.

[Intro: Trap D!ckey]
I was gon’ assume type just to let you know
Ayy, ayy, n!gga, where you hear that?  (Ayo, ShekThisYours)
Haha, uh, uh (IMixNation, for real)
(Trenchwerk)

[Verse 1: Trap D!ckey]
Ayy, straight up from lil’ Haiti, I know I made my mama proud, n!gga (Trap)
Ain’t got no uncle, so I know I made my grandma smile with it (Boom)
N!ggas wanna be on stage, but don’t wanna be in the crowd with it (Gang)
I bang for real, don’t gotta perform, when I smoke, it’s Rolling Loud, n!gga (Trap)
[Chorus: Trap D!ckey]
I’m getting money (Boom), I know n!ggas hate me
This ain’t a game like Sony, you hitters cannot play me (Trap)
Lil’ J, that’s my homie (Boom), you know I keep that K with me (Gang)
This s*it gon’ stay on me, like babies, please don’t pamper me

[Verse 2: Trap D!ckey]
Trap D!ckey out bad? N!gga, that’s a good one (Boom)
N!ggas really not that, their parents say they’re good sons (Trap)
I be with some mob n!ggas (Boom), I ain’t talking Shook Ones (Boom)
Brother seen so many pounds, he fu*k around and took one (Gang)
Trap n!gga, don’t play around (Boom), still in my hood, I’ma stay around (Trap)
N!ggas know me from grabbing Ps and n!ggas know I’ma break ’em down (Gas)
Before I sit on my ass, I’ma hit the trap ’cause I know plays around (Trap)
To tell the truth, they lil’ n!ggas, don’t care if them n!ggas got mace around (Boom)

[Chorus: Trap D!ckey & OJ Da Juiceman]
I’m getting money (Boom), I know n!ggas hate me
This ain’t a game like Sony, you hitters cannot play me (Trap)
Lil’ J, that’s my homie (Boom), you know I keep that K with me (Gang)
This s*it gon’ stay on me, like babies, please don’t pamper me (Real s*it)

[Verse 3: OJ Da Juiceman]
I’m getting money (Ayy, ayy), jewelry real sunny (Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Running to the coin, you can call Young Juiceman Sonic (Bling, ayy)

I’m booming, I’m bunking (Damn, ayy), my traphouse full of junkies (Okay, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Stay down, shawty, all I wanted was some money (Yes, sir, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Skrrt-skrrt in the bowl, this s*it ‘came my ghetto goal (Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Touchdown, pick six and I hit the field goal (Okay, ayy)
Right wrist amazing (Damn, ayy), no daycare, I got babies (Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Krispy Kreme Os, still trapping by a ‘Cedes (Ayy)

[Chorus: Trap D!ckey]
I’m getting money (Boom), I know n!ggas hate me
This ain’t a game like Sony, you hitters cannot play me (Trap)
Lil’ J, that’s my homie (Boom), you know I keep that K with me (Gang)
This s*it gon’ stay on me, like babies, please don’t pamper me
I’m getting money (Boom), I know n!ggas hate me
This ain’t a game like Sony, you hitters cannot play me (Trap)
Lil’ J, that’s my homie (Boom), you know I keep that K with me (Gang)
This s*it gon’ stay on me, like babies, please don’t pamper me

[Outro: OJ Da Juiceman]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, damn
Ayy, ayy, ayy, bling