Got Money (feat. T-Pain)

I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money

Right now to the VIP section

You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Young, Young, Young, Young, Young Mula, baby

If you got money and you know it

Then take it out your pocket and show it then, throw it like

Fly this-a-way

Fly that-a-way

Fly this-a-way

Fly that-a-way

If you getting mugged from everybody you see

Then hang over the wall of the VIP like

Fly this-a-way

Fly that-a-way

Fly this-a-way

Fly that-a-way

Now I was bouncing through the club

She love the way I Diddy-Bop

I see her boyfriend hating like a city cop

Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked

Say, I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked

Now where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out

And we so 'bout it, 'bout it, now what are you about?

DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop

"Young Money, Lil Wayne," then the music drop

I make it snow, I make it flurry

I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry

Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes

A.K.A. Mr. Make-It-Rain on them hoes, Young Money

If you got money and you know it

Then take it out your pocket and show it then, throw it like

Fly this-a-way

Fly that-a-way

Fly this-a-way

Fly that-a-way

If you getting mugged from everybody you see

Then hang over the wall of the VIP like

Fly this-a-way

Fly that-a-way

Fly this-a-way

Fly that a way

It go one for the money, two for the show

Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll

Like some clap on lights in this bitch

I'ma be clapping all night in this bitch

Lights off, mask on

Creep silent, she smiling

He mugging, who cares?

'Cause my goons are right here

Like it's nothing to a big dog

And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains

I'm in so much ice, they yell, "Skate, Wayne"

She wanna fuck Wheezy, but she wanna rape Wayne (And I'ma let her)

If you got money and you know it

Then take it out your pocket and show it then, throw it like

Fly this-a-way

Fly that-a-way

Fly this-a-way

Fly that-a-way

If you getting mugged from everybody you see

Then hang over the wall of the VIP like

Okay, it's young Wayne on them hoes

A.K.A. Mr. Make-It-Rain on them hoes

Like yeah, and everybody say

Mr. Rain Man, can we have a rainy day?

Bring an umbrella, please, bring an umbrella

'Ella, 'ella, 'ella, aye

Bitch ain't shit but a hoe and a trick

But you know it ain't tricking if you've got it

You know we ain't fucking if you not thick

And I'll cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit

So Rolex watch this, I do it four, five, six

My click, clack goes the black four-fifth

And just like it, I'll blow that shit

'Cause, bitch, I'm the bomb like tick, tick, bitch

If you got money and you know it

Then take it out your pocket and show it then, throw it like

Fly this-a-way

Fly that-a-way

Fly this-a-way

Fly that-a-way

If you getting mugged from everybody you see

Then hang over the wall of the VIP like

Fly this-a-way

Fly that-a-way

Fly this-a-way

Fly that-a-way

Yeah, it's young Wayne on them hoes

A.K.A. Mr. Make-It-Rain on them hoes

Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes

Make a stripper fall in love, T-Pain on them hoes, uh-huh

Um, Young Mula, baby