[Petey Pablo]
  Getcha money, it's tha come up
  Nada nada, get the whole thing
  Do it big.. yeaaaaaaaaaaaa
  
  [Petey Pablo]
  Time is tickin', with a hole in the hourglass
  Startin' guns, been five
  And I ain't tryin to come in last
  Ain't no need for me to be upset
  And ain't no need for you to be mad
  If a man got his own pad
  And whether he want forty-karat
  He gonna have to do that there, prove yourself
  The greed words, you had that there
  What a dream, he would always had
  And it ain't right, but that's the way it is
  In this life, you don't get to deal
  You can climb to the roulette wheel
  I want something I can leave my kids
  The memories of what they wish their daddy had did
  If I could leave them all a couple of mill
  And show em how this cruel world can really get the best of a nigga
  I'd show em life through the eyes of a demon
  The only thing that matters is the root of all evil
  
  [Chorus-Sunshine Anderson (Petey Pablo)]
  Getcha money made (getcha meoney), it's tha come up (it's tha come up)
  Not a little bit (nada nada), get the whole thing (get the whole thing)
  Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa)
  We just wanted it, tha come up
  [This time through added libs by Sunshine Anderson]
  Getcha money made (getcha meoney), it's tha come up (it's tha come up)
  Not a little bit (nada nada), get the whole thing (get the whole thing)
  Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa)
  We just wanted it, tha come up
  
  [Petey Pablo]
  I aint got time to be bothered with ya'll
  I got a hundred problems and there's only one way I'm gonna solve em
  I'm gonna have to get my grind on
  Hustlin' and using my muscle tryin to bring the prize home
  I ain't the only nigga with issues and I know that
  But I ain't concerned with nobody's issues by mine Jack
  I invented jail, invited(??) em back
  Hell, I'm still in that
  The only thing left now is six feet of cold black
  Flower bringin' and church singin'
  In a grave stiffed up and stankin'
  And you can tell that I've been thinkin' can't cha(can't cha)
  Now maybe you can understand my anger
  And while I'm still out there candy slangin'
  And while I'm out there, chasin' them banks
  And why I gotta smoke a pound of dank
  You never know when your day gonna be your last day
  Better get this money when it should've been made (maaade)
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Petey Pablo]
  I'm sorry it had to come to this (to this)
  I know I'm really disrespecting your family members
  That really love to care
  It ain't ya'll, cause ya'll know me better than this
  I guess it's just the way that I'm is
  And maybe I'm a deadbeat kid
  Maybe I really don't deserve to live
  Maybe they should have gave me life in prison
  Only takin' what they give me
  Cause out here, I'm stuck in menace
  Cause out here, I'm a threat to niggas
  I'm like smokin' and pumpin' gas
  Light the fire loose to the filter (whew)
  You don't feel the vibe we givin'
  Cause if you'd did, you'd done been the hell up
  You'd done been stickin' ahead of your business
  You'd of been, shittin' embarrassed to hit me
  You'd of been, sent them boys to get me
  Nah ah ah
  And I don't repent cause I ain't that nigga
  And anything I done, I meant it (you meant it, you meant it)
  
  [Chorus] 2X
  
  [Sunshine Anderson]
  Getch yo money made
  Getch yo money made