2Pac – I'm Gettin Money Lyrics

I'm Gettin Money

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"I'm Gettin Money." - 2Pac

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 08:00 am

Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

Track No: 09

Get money, ****, yeah
Dedicate this one to the hustlers that get up every fucking morning
And put they work in
I see you, I see you, boy
I'm up before sunrise, first to hit the block
Lil' bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks
Learned to throw them things, get my skinny little ass kicked
**** laughed till the first motherfucker got blasted
I put the **** in his casket
And now they covering the bastard with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular, fuck when it counts
Tryna make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Getting guns from the five-o
Fuck them hoes, got a forty-five screaming out survival
Hey ****, can I lay low?
Cook some yayo and holler five-o when I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hitting fences
Marks on a **** back, missing me by inches
And they say how do you survive weighing one fifty-five
In the city where the little **** die
Tell mama, don't cry, 'cause even if they kill me
They could never take the life of a real G
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money
Still on parole and I'm the first **** serving
Pour some liquor on the curb for my homies that deserve it
If I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealing
Kinda booming 'round the way
I think today I'll make a killing
Dressing down like I'm dirty
But only on the block, just a clever disguise
To keep it running from the cops
I'm getting high, think I'll die if I don't get no ends
I'm in a bucket, but I'm riding it like it's a Benz
I hit the strip and let my music buck
Drinking liquor, and I'm looking for a bitch to fuck
Rather die making money than live poor and legal
As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo
I need money in a major way
Time to fuck my girl, she get paid today
I live the thug life and let the money come to me
'Cause they can never take the game from a young G
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money
Damned if I don't, and damned if a **** do
Now watch a young motherfucker pull a trigger, too
Raise up and don't let 'em see you cry
Dry your eyes, young ****, time to do or die
I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready?
On my block ain't no time for a **** to even cock shit
I done seen a motherfucker peep pain
At point blank range 'cause he slept on the game
Ain't a damn thing changed, they checking the dice now
Roll 'em if you can't stand play better, ho
'Cause ain't no telling what you might roll
You might fall, catch AIDS from a slight cold
You better live your life to the fullest
We quick to kill a bull, got a pistol, motherfucker better pull it
And even if they kill me
They could never take the life of a young G
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money

Writer(s): 2Pac, Mike Mosley & Nature's Fynest.

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