Get This Money

Yeah, yeah

Damn, it's hot

Like a motherfucker

Yo, Jigga

What's up, my ****?

Pop that water

Fo'schizzle

Yeah, getcha mind right, come on

Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh, getting that money, my ****

You better call the motherfucking cops

This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go

Keys to the Bentley, off to the club

Switching lanes like what the

Chick on the cell want to get with a bruh

But y'all know I don't love her

She say, she slick

I'm like, baby, please

She say, she's got a man

But what's that got to do with me?

Some chicks like low-key

Wrist off, zero degrees

I'm toxic off the Belve'

Two strippers in my hotel suite

Fee fie and foe fum-ah

Look out now, here I come-ah

For you haters, keeping up trauma

Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up

You got what I want, I got what you need

Let's put it together, get this money

You got what I want, I got what you need

Let's put it together, get this money

Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock, woo

Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP, let's go

After that, menage-a-trois

And he out by 7 o'clock

'Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya

Blue rocks lighting up my shoulders, bling

Y'all **** know y'all need to grow up

Your album ain't out, 'cause I'm the hold up

Busters want to hoop with me

Well, I wasn't always doing R&B

I'll creep creep, blink blink

Cross your ass over, take it from me

Fee fie and foe fum-ah

Look out now, here I come-ah

Gold diggers, this you gets none of

Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up

You got what I want, I got what you need

Let's put it together, get this money

You got what I want, I got what you need

Let's put it together, get this money

Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz

White tank top, cran-apple trim

Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems

Dice hands 'side both of them

Two rolls and I leave with a stack

Off to the club, Gs in the back

VIP, **** be's like that

When you're getting that money, my ****

I spit this for my riders

Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers

We can't let nothing stop us

Get this money

Young H-O-V-A

And the boy R. Kel, you know how we play

For that Fetti Mayne, we'll let the lead rang

You young boys ain't ready

You don't know Nann, a **** to go near Jigga

To do near as well as me and the boy Kel'

Yeah, it's money, recognize the smell

And we up out this bitch, yell

You got what I want, I got what you need

Let's put it together, get this money

You got what I want, I got what you need

Let's put it together, get this money

I gotta laugh at this, ****

Get this money

Yeah, oh oh, oh, it's too late to get scared, ****

Get this money

It's way too late now

Get this money

You got what I want, I got what you need

Let's put it together, get this money

You got what I want, I got what you need

Let's put it together, get this money