We Gettin Money Lyrics – French Montana, Max B

Read the full We Gettin Money lyrics by French Montana and Max B from the album Wave Gods 2: Cosmos Brothers along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy French Montana’s music, you can also explore Break You Off and Buss A Move, two other songs by French Montana.

[Intro: French Montana]
(??)
Bad ones with pain grows
Kevlar stitched under Gucci like raincoats
Life sentences, automatic when (??)
(??) stand solid, everything I represent
I’m dirty and (??), twisted off in—
I just wanna show you how

[Chorus: French Montana]
Said the best things in life aren’t free
But you can give that to the birds and bees

I want money, tell the competition, “Rest in pieces”
It’s the boss, Dom Pérignon and mac and cheese
I want money

[Verse 1: Max B]
(??)
Up and down, he check my credentials
They speaking behind my back, they questioning the friеndship
The PP (??) suit, the double-brеasted with suspenders
Back when I was a boy, I was arrested in the trenches
I fought my way through the prisons and searched corrupt systems
There’s nothing you can teach us, there’s nothing that’s missing
I did couple hundred Gs on the hand, that’s glistening
Can’t stand them n!ggas, goddamn them n!ggas, uh

[Pre-Chorus: Max B]
(??), Tiffany Rose
Was pimped back then and kept the b!tches on they toes
If you fu*k with Cosmo, you get (??) with your bros
It’s a shame on you n!ggas, we get the b!tches to get explode
We getting money

[Chorus: French Montana]
Said the best things in life aren’t free
But you can give that to the birds and bees

I want money, tell the competition, “Rest in pieces”
It’s the boss, Dom Pérignon and mac and cheese
I want money

[Verse 2: French Montana]
All I’m watching, every n!gga watch me closely
My s*it is butter for the bread, they wanna toast me
And after the hit, got an infinity pact
A boy came home, I done gone my energy back
We send the hit, drop bag, watch it play out
Hit the beach and lay out
Go to court and tell the judge it’s AI
You see the layout? Dream team
I popped the percs, thought I’m tweaking
I’m seeing things, real busy
I dream filthy, mix the oxys with the whiskey
Feeling tipsy, ask the Devil, did he miss me?
Real busy, real twizzy
Fu*k accounts, you ain’t top of the mountain, it get real dizzy
We tell the chat, “I ain’t chat, I’m scat-packers” (Baow-baow-baow)
I’m ’bout to spin the block, heard my opps is back slacking

[Chorus: French Montana]
Said the best things in life aren’t free
But you can give that to the birds and bees
I want money, tell the competition, “Rest in pieces”
It’s the boss, Dom Pérignon and mac and cheese
I want money

[Post-Chorus: Max B]
(??), Tiffany Rose
Was pimped back then and kept the b!tches on they toes
If you fu*k with Cosmo, you get (??) with your bros
It’s a shame on you n!ggas, we get the b!tches to get explode
We getting money

[Outro]
I’m dirty and (??), twisted off in—