Getting Money
J.R. Writer Lyrics


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(feat. 40 Cal.)

[HOOK:]
WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN?
WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN?
WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN?
WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN?
WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN?
WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN?
WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN?
WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN?

[J.R. Writer:]
That's word buzzen, I swerve cousin (errr!)
In that 2006 like it's worth nothing
Got these bird's bugging, I'm on 1st stunting
With no stick-shift just a reverse button (the Aston Martin)
But I ain't Hollywood hater, I'm still serving them like a Volleyball player
Spare 8 keys, the gear chase me
You need two? Meet me in Staircase B
I'm pitching em, you ain't never seen hard
You little creeps starved, you niggaz need jobs
I do this steam large, bottles after bottles...
Then dismiss the case like a judge on a weak charge
Peep .R....scrapper this shit is nothing
You actors are into cuffing, these scragglers are disgusting
Ask 'em all how I'm bubbling...
I spray more Alcohol around then a barber after he finished cutting!

[HOOK:]
WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN?
WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN?
WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN?
WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN?

[40 Cal.:]
I...GET MONEY, GET MOOGA
GET MONEY, GET MOOGA
GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MOOGA......40!
I...dress gully, vest with the fresh skully
Lex buggy, no cologne cause I'm smellin like fresh money
You better tell thunny you never will sell bunkies
You can't hold nothing but shells that dwell from me
Prolly go to jail, praying like HELP dummy
While I'm diddy bopping out, waving like jail funny
I get locked up by twelve, say around 12:20
Call me Slater & Screech, get Saved By The Bell money
Then I ice grill the judge cause it just felt gully
Leave an ape nigga bloody s'what I call a "Red Monkey"
Yeah....the champion cheering, man of the year when...
I go to the store copping what the mannequin wearing!
Serving grams to ya parents, I get the ounce flippin
I admit....I'm the reason the shit in ya house missing!
I'm in ya spouse kitchen, making other figures
With dick in her mouth like Killa, "I'm getting money niggaaaaa!"

[HOOK x2]

[J.R. Writer:]
Ya shines are simple, mine's offend you / (heh!)
Yours "bling bling"....my shit dingles! (ding!)
You don't know the grind I'm into, check the rose I floss
Yeah I put 'em on but the shit's keep going off
I'm glistening gold, wrissery froze
Boogers all in my ring and I ain't digging my nose
Too much digits to fold, what I'm spending is old
But I still will mack a chick and tell a pigeon like "YO!"
...WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE!
Fix ya face ho, why? cause I say so
What part don't you understand? I'm getting peso's
They know not to stunt on me with some liquor
I'll buy out the bar just for me and my niggaz
Nobody drinks, look fam that's the crew
I'll have the whole club sipping Cranberry juice (sober lmaoo)
You hungry in the rear, my money in the air
I don't know what y'all doing over there, but look... WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE!





[HOOK]

Overall Meaning

The song "Getting Money" by J.R. Writer featuring 40 Cal. is an upbeat rap song that celebrates the artists' financial success. The hook repeats the phrase "we getting money over here" multiple times, highlighting the theme of the song. J.R. Writer raps about his wealth, driving a 2006 car despite it being "worth nothing" and being able to buy "bottles after bottles" without worrying about the cost. He also refers to his drug dealing past, "pitching em", and brags about his ability to avoid legal consequences. He ends his verse by stating that he is "getting peso's", emphasizing his global success.


40 Cal.'s verse also showcases his wealth and status as a drug dealer. He refers to himself as "the champion" and brags about his clothing and jewelry, smelling like "fresh money". He also talks about his illegal activities, including selling drugs to parents and leaving "ape niggas bloody". He ends his verse by proclaiming his love of money, saying, "I'm in ya spouse kitchen, making other figures / With dick in her mouth like Killa, 'I'm getting money niggaaaaa!'"


Overall, the song glorifies the artists' financial success and illegal activities, portraying them as powerful and untouchable.


Line by Line Meaning

WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN?
We are making lots of money, how are you doing?


That's word buzzen, I swerve cousin (errr!)
I'm telling the truth, I'm driving around recklessly.


In that 2006 like it's worth nothing
My car is new and impressive.


Got these bird's bugging, I'm on 1st stunting
I'm driving down First Street and girls are attracted to me.


With no stick-shift just a reverse button (the Aston Martin)
My car is so advanced it doesn't even need a stick shift.


But I ain't Hollywood hater, I'm still serving them like a Volleyball player
I'm not jealous of celebrities, I'm still making money like a volleyball player makes serves.


Spare 8 keys, the gear chase me
I have eight keys of spare money and people are chasing after me to get it.


You need two? Meet me in Staircase B
If you need two keys, meet me in Staircase B.


I'm pitching em, you ain't never seen hard
I'm selling drugs and you have never seen the kind of stuff I sell.


You little creeps starved, you niggaz need jobs
You guys are poor and need jobs.


I do this steam large, bottles after bottles...
I party hard, drinking bottle after bottle.


Then dismiss the case like a judge on a weak charge
I easily dismiss cases against me like a judge does on weak charges.


Peep .R....scrapper this shit is nothing
Listen to me, this is easy for me.


You actors are into cuffing, these scragglers are disgusting
You guys are into cuffing (being in a relationship) and these girls are gross.


Ask 'em all how I'm bubbling...
Ask people how well I'm doing financially.


I spray more Alcohol around then a barber after he finished cutting!
I make it rain money like a barber sprays alcohol after a hair cut.


I...get money, get mooga
I get a lot of money.


I...dress gully, vest with the fresh skully
I dress cool, with a vest and a fresh hat.


Lex buggy, no cologne cause I'm smellin like fresh money
I'm driving a Lexus without cologne because I smell like fresh money.


You better tell thunny you never will sell bunkies
You better tell people you don't sell bogus drugs.


You can't hold nothing but shells that dwell from me
All you can do is hold shells from the bullets I shoot.


Prolly go to jail, praying like HELP dummy
I might go to jail and will be praying for help.


While I'm diddy bopping out, waving like jail funny
While I'm dancing out of jail, waving and happy.


I get locked up by twelve, say around 12:20
I get arrested at midnight, around 12:20.


Call me Slater & Screech, get Saved By The Bell money
I'm making a lot of money, like the actors from Saved By The Bell.


Then I ice grill the judge cause it just felt gully
I stare down the judge to show power and respect (even if it's disrespectful)


Leave an ape nigga bloody s'what I call a "Red Monkey"
Beating someone up so badly that they look like a monkey is called a Red Monkey.


Yeah....the champion cheering, man of the year when...
People cheer for me and think I'm the man of the year when...


I go to the store copping what the mannequin wearing!
When I go shopping I buy clothes a mannequin is wearing.


Serving grams to ya parents, I get the ounce flippin
I sell drugs to your parents and make a lot of profit.


I admit....I'm the reason the shit in ya house missing!
I admit that I'm the reason you can't find some things in your house.


I'm in ya spouse kitchen, making other figures
I'm in your wife's kitchen, making more money.


With dick in her mouth like Killa, "I'm getting money niggaaaaa!"
I'm having sex with her while saying "I'm getting money".


Ya shines are simple, mine's offend you / (heh!)
Your jewelry is simple, while mine offends you.


Yours "bling bling"....my shit dingles! (ding!)
Your jewelry is flashy, while mine is better.


You don't know the grind I'm into, check the rose I floss
You don't know how hard I work, check the expensive rose I'm wearing.


Yeah I put 'em on but the shit's keep going off
I put the jewelry on but it doesn't stop shining.


I'm glistening gold, wrissery froze
I'm covered in gold which shows I'm rich.


Boogers all in my ring and I ain't digging my nose
There are diamonds in my ring that are shining brightly.


Too much digits to fold, what I'm spending is old
I have so much money that it's hard to count and what I'm spending isn't new anymore.


But I still will mack a chick and tell a pigeon like "YO!"
But I can still seduce a girl and tell her things like "hey".


...WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE!
We are making money here.


Fix ya face ho, why? cause I say so
I'm telling you to fix your face.


What part don't you understand? I'm getting peso's
Don't you understand that I'm making money?


They know not to stunt on me with some liquor
They know not to show off in front of me by buying drinks.


I'll buy out the bar just for me and my niggaz
I'll buy all the drinks at the bar for me and my friends.


Nobody drinks, look fam that's the crew
No one else can drink at the bar because we already bought all the drinks.


I'll have the whole club sipping Cranberry juice (sober lmaoo)
I'll make everyone in the club drink Cranberry juice only.


You hungry in the rear, my money in the air
You guys are hungry behind us while we're making money.


I don't know what y'all doing over there, but look... WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE!
I don't know what you're doing, but we are certainly making money over here.




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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Santana

That's word buzzen, I swerve cousin
In that 2006 like it's worth nothin'
Got these birds buggin', I'm on 1st stuntin'
With no stick-shift, just a reverse button (the Aston Martin)
But I ain't Hollywood hater, I'm still servin' 'em like a volleyball player
Spare 8 keys, the gear chase me
You need two, meet me in Staircase B (second floor)
I'm pitching 'em, you ain't never seen hard
You little creeps starved, you niggaz need jobs
I do this thing large, bottles after bottles
Then dismiss the case like a judge on a weak charge
Peep .R, scrapper this shit is nothin'
You actors are into cuffin', these stragglers are disgusting
Ask 'em all how I'm bubblin'
I spray more alcohol around then a barber after he finished cuttin'



Santana

Ya shines are simple, mines offend you (Heh)
Yours bling bling, my shit dingles (ding)
You don't know the grind I'm into, check the Rolls I floss
Yeah I put 'em on but the shits keep going off
I'm glistening gold, wrissery froze
Boogers all in my ring and I ain't diggin' my nose
Too much digits to fold, what I'm spending is old
But I still'll mack a chick and tell a pigeon like "Yo"
(We getting money over here)
Fix ya face ho, why, cuz I say so
What part don't you understand, I'm gettin' peso's
They know not to stunt on me wit' some liquor
I'll buy out the bar just for me and my niggaz
Nobody drinks, look fam that's the truth
I'll have the whole club sipping Cranberry juice (sober)
You hungry in the rear, my money in the air
I don't know what y'all doing over there, but look



All comments from YouTube:

Timothy Phillips

2019 and this whole mixtape is still the truth. I hope one day JR and Cam get over the old beef and Hell Rell stops getting punked in Chinese restaurants and they come back and flip the script on these mumble rappers.

Chris Sams

🤣🤣🤣🤣

bigfella123174

Timothy 😂😂😂😂😂 #Savage

Timothy Phillips

@bigfella123174 Damn. Forgot I went off on this video last year. Lol.

jervis mcintosh

Real talk

KING HEAVEN GAMES

I'm still holding out hope JR Writer > Drake

memoiroflife

Man how could I forget how 40 cal used to kill it smh. Broken Safety!

Santana

That's word buzzen, I swerve cousin
In that 2006 like it's worth nothin'
Got these birds buggin', I'm on 1st stuntin'
With no stick-shift, just a reverse button (the Aston Martin)
But I ain't Hollywood hater, I'm still servin' 'em like a volleyball player
Spare 8 keys, the gear chase me
You need two, meet me in Staircase B (second floor)
I'm pitching 'em, you ain't never seen hard
You little creeps starved, you niggaz need jobs
I do this thing large, bottles after bottles
Then dismiss the case like a judge on a weak charge
Peep .R, scrapper this shit is nothin'
You actors are into cuffin', these stragglers are disgusting
Ask 'em all how I'm bubblin'
I spray more alcohol around then a barber after he finished cuttin'

madikdoe

I been slappin this track from writer since I was like 15 yrs old I'm 29 now 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Too Sturdy

Took me a min to find this a few years back. I don't usually comment but this shit slaps🔥📖✍- This mixtape the- Best of the Writers Block series
Dipset forever!!!!!!

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