Wavybone Lyrics - At.long.last.a$ap - Asap Rocky

[Intro: Juicy J] 

The hustle continues 

Gettin' money is, gettin' money is 

Put your mind to, something you want 

Getin' money is, gettin' money is 

It come true 

[Hook: Juicy J] 

Gettin' money is what I do, thought you knew 

Gettin' money is what I do 

Gettin' money is what I do 

Gettin' money is what I do 

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[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] 

I remember all the nights on different corners spittin' pitchin' water 

Now I'm richer off the shit I thought of 

From the home of the richest ballers 

I'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter 

This picture all the jiggy shit I ordered 

I went to France and almost got deported 

The fans is screaming when I hit the border 

I visit Nice like it's my sisters daughter 

Vision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all 

Poor without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order 

And do somethin' different, gettin' tired of the same old shit 

When I'm spittin' lines, 'bout the section lines 

I sit you kids who listen for us 

I see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true fact 

Get money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2: Pimp C] 

Candy low slider, I'm a sole survivor 

Keep a suite in my riser, bitch I'm keepin' it liver 

Than the average Joe, I think fast, talk slow 

He think he want a war but he don't really wanna go 

Gettin' me some head from Sheryl Crow 

A helluva blow, from a millionaire snow 

You can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes 

Now I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the blues 

I'm touchin' on her cock, I put her on the block 

You think I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never stop 

Poppin' the trunk, and testin' the pills 

Don't give a fuck bout where you're from 

Don't give a fuck bout how you feel 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Juicy J] 

I'm the best still in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James 

Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne 

The Louis store I drop bands, the Gucci store I drop bands 

Prada store I went ham, my left wrist it cost a lamb 

Your girlfriend a groupie like Trident she wanna chew me 

Hell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em I'm a dog just like Snoopy 

And when I leave the mall it's sold out, erryday shoppin' 

Taylor gang, blowin' money, 50,000 on wrist watches 

100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your bags 

Bitch I came from hella nothin', damn right I have to brag 

Try me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag 

All I talk is money ho, rich niggas don't lollygag 

[Hook] 

[Verse 4: Bun B] 

Get money is the main reason most people wake up 

The root of why most relationships is startin' break ups 

While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup 

While we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up 

It's an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar 

Some is in the streets and some is workin' blue collar 

Real up in your field and man it make you wanna holler 

Say your prayer for a player, amen inshallah 

Been like that, ain't a damn thing change 

Money on mind, the red of my brain 

Candy paint is gonna drip that stain 

Lean on left, the grip of my grain 

See ain't a damn thing change but the weather 

So If you ain't breakin' bread then we can't even sit together 

[Outro] 

Gettin' money is what I do