Oversættelse: Ray Cash. Jeg er Gettin.
! Tell these haters I'm gettin.... [Ray Cash:] I'm gettin that dough, I make a hater wanna hate for sho Cuz I'm here doing shows, gettin dough Quarter
95, now I'm on 95 South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified And when I ride, I'm with
over Faggot nigga, hopped in a Liberty, fake Range Rover I'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40 Broad day, I'm trying to dodge a cover
gang of New Yorkers Cause I love 'em all In and out of the mall In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought What, ever it be Cash or currency
the project this lyrical logic, I dilute The weak can object the right composite We're plottin' all murderous schemes It seems, I'm ghostly called by
at last But now I'm gettin' covered in dirt and grass, kick it The madder I get, the higher the debt The deeper you get, the thicker the sweat 'Cause I'm
She been lookin' at me, I think she wanna hit But I'ma holla back because I'm on another bitch I'm on some other shit, I got a phone call From the mothafuckin
muthafuckas like I was john randall I blows out your spot like a candle I fucks you up muthafucka like I was rambo [ verse 2 ] Easy as it comes I can
I'm on Blue nickel, new pistol performs in the physical form Black leather doo-rag, two Mags with speed loaders I'm a weed smoker, my cylinder spins, chillin ya mens I
know where I mean When I say I get the money like a money machine Yeah, I'm in L.A. Gasolin But when I'm in New Orleans You can call me Chris Paulin
me My team dirty, scuffed up timbs and black jerseys Bulletproof pads, face masks and no mercy Cooler full of henny and sprite for when I'm thirsty I'm
paid man I'm Ray Banned up, top down, mashing Lookin' in the rearview at the haters that I'm passin' So please stop with them questions you askin' I'm
' But look mami I got 3 drinks in me stuck And I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna fuck If the pussy gets wetter chicks, I never sweat her I'm gettin' all
of the crew, the same thing Hahaha, I cracks myself up I know I talk shit, but I can back myself up Still don't believe the words I'm spittin' Dab, I'm
' homeruns like Rusty Staub I'm kinda anal 'cause I ain't no fuckin' slob I'm the cradle that's able to rock any format But still I'm labeled and treated
buff, so she shine [Chorus: In Essence] You make me feel like I'm all in love You are the only one I think of You are the only one
