Get That Money

Yeah, you already know what to do, ****?

There's money over here, cash money over here, ****

Yeah, me and the lil' JR, like that, homebody

We on the grind, ****, and this a most a **** shine, ****, shit

Like father, like son, ****

And we drive shit with headlights like a light bulb

That mean the car expensive, you stupid fuck

Keep a **** pimping out, ****

I know some **** that'll murk you for a quarter birdie

You bitch ass **** just be lucky that the boy ain't hurting

I got the money to lag and I got that swagger working

I'm smoking something I can't pronounce

Behind them Phantom curtains

What is you hiding, bitch? I'm on some gangster shit

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

You fucking with a winner, but I come from the litter

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

I leave the work with her, yeah, she my babysitter

And if I find out she stealing, for real-a, I'ma kill her

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

Sorry mama, Birdy beat that until them flowers black

She wanna ride on this, I make her ride with that

Her pistol in the ceiling, that's her survival pack

And do I love her? No, 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 worrying 'bout them hoes, get that money, baby

You get that cook or that blow, you done called a baller

If you ain't talking 'bout that dough, homie, what you talking?

Now everybody that I know get that money, baby

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

You get that cook or that blow, you done called a baller

If you ain't talking 'bout that dough, homie, what you talking?

It's raining, homie, you're dead

So get your game up

Take a bitch, break a bitch

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

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

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

So stop stunting, homie, false promoting

It ain't about what you're making, it's all about what you're toting

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

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

These **** think I'm slipping 'cause I'm falling 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 your thing, 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 fucking with pops

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

Now everybody that I know get that money, baby

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

You get that cook or that blow, you done called a baller

If you ain't talking 'bout that dough, homie, what you talking?

Now everybody that I know get that money, baby

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

You get that cook or that blow, you done called a baller

If you ain't talking 'bout that dough, homie, what you talking?

Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard

Money talking, turn a key into a crack charge

Y'all **** ain't eating how we eating, 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 getting bread, ****, keep yo distance

We sharks over here, ****, keep on fishing

Okay, money, money, money is my intuition

Money over bitches, such an easy decision

Young money, money men, monster militia

Hard body, these **** boxes of tissue

That Nina will kiss ya, that chopper will twist you

Them three-eighty snapshots, now smile for the pictures

Weezy motherfucking baby, pay me

A nine to five is overrated, I'm on the grind, ho

Now everybody that I know get that money, baby

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

You get that cook or that blow, you done called a baller

If you ain't talking 'bout that dough, homie, what you talking?

Now everybody that I know get that money, baby

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

You get that cook or that blow, you done called a baller

If you ain't talking 'bout that dough, homie, what you talking?