Get That Money

I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy

You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'

I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'

I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them phantom curtains

What is you hollin' bitch, I'm on some gangsta shit

She wanna make me dinner, I tell her make me rich

You fuckin' with a winner but I come from a little

Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit to glitter

I leave the work with her, yeah, she my baby sitter

And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her

I'm just a money man so where the dollars at

[Incomprehensible] beat that until them flowers black

She wanna ride on this I make her ride with that

Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack

And do I love her naw, man I just love her spirit

Blind, deaf or crazy it's money over bitches

Now everybody that I know get that money baby

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

Now everybody that I know get that money baby

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

So getcha game up, take a bitch, break a bitch

Strap her down with work and tell her don't trip, take a trip

Getcha hustle up, the money's what you make of it

These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery

So stop stuntin' homie, false promotin'

It ain't about whatcha makin', it's about what ya totin'

Burn him up and leave him naked, bring him back to his wife

The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life

These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back

Bitch I got money in the walls for that

Youngin' get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and

Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch

Do ya thang, whoa hustle try to stay low

This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch

But shawty they ain't fuckin' with pops

Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap, yeah

Now everybody that I know get that money baby

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

Now everybody that I know get that money baby

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard

Money talkin', turn a key into a crack charge

Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B

Fuck how we used to be, now we how we need to be

If they ain't with us they must be against us

We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless

If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance

We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin', okay

OK, money, money, money is my intuition

Money over bitches such an easy decision

Young money, money men monster militia

Hard body, these niggaz boxes of tissue

That Nina will kiss ya, that chopper will twist ya

Them 380 snapshots, now smile for the pictures

Weezy motherfuckin' baby pay me

My nine to five is overrated, I'm on that grind hoe

Now everybody that I know get that money baby

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

Now everybody that I know get that money baby

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?