Get That Money

I know some niggaz thatll
Merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggaz just be
Lucky that the boy aint hurtin
I got the money to lag and
I got that swagger workin
Im smokin somethin I cant pronounce
Behind them phantom curtains
What is you hollin bitch
Im on some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner
I tell her make me rich
You f**kin 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 Ima kill her
Im just a money man so
Where the dollars at
That until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this
I make her ride with that
Her pistol in the ceilin
Thats her survival pack
And do I love her naw
Man I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy
Its money over bitches
Now everybody that I know
Get that money baby
And we aint worryin bout
Them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or
That blow you the caller baller
If you aint talkin bout that
Dough homie whatcha talkin
Now everybody that
I know get that money baby
And we aint worryin
Bout them hoes get
That money baby
You get that cooked or
That blow you the caller baller
If you aint 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 dont trip
Take a trip
Getcha hustle up
The moneys what
You make of it
These niggaz want it cooked
And I done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin homie
False promotin
It aint about whatcha makin
Its about what ya totin
Burn him up and
Leave him naked
Bring him back to his wife
The bitch aint even cry
Cause he was livin that life
These niggaz think
Im slippin cause
Im fallin back
Bitch I got money
In the walls for that
Youngin get it from the ground
Homie hold the hood down and
Dont 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 Gs
Who aint around this bitch
But shawty they
Aint f** kin 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 aint worryin
Bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or
That blow you the caller baller
If you aint talkin bout
That dough homie whatcha talkin
Now everybody that I know
Get that money baby
And we aint worryin bout
Them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that

Blow you the caller baller
If you aint talkin bout that
Dough homie whatcha talkin'
Fifty stacks in the
Garden in the backyard

Money talkin
Turn a key into a crack charge

Yall niggaz aint eatin
How we eatin B
F**k how we used to be
Now we how we need to be
If they aint with us
They must be against us
We shoot em in the head
Cause they act like they senseless
If you aint 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 motherf**kin baby pay me
My nine to five is overrated
Im on that grind hoe
Now everybody that
I know get that money baby
And we aint worryin bout them
Hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or
That blow you the caller baller
If you aint talkin bout
That dough homie whatcha talkin
Now everybody that I know
Get that money baby
And we aint worryin bout them
Hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that
Blow you the caller baller
If you aint talkin bout that
Dough homie whatcha talkin