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Get This Money
R. Kelly
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Yeah yeah
Damn it's hot
Like a muh'f-
Yo Jigga
Whassup my n-?
Pop that water
Fo'schizzle
Yeah
Get'cha mind right, c'mon
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh uh-uh, gettin' that money my n- (Woo woo woo woo)
You better call the muh'f- cops
This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go
Keys to the Bentley, off to the club
Switchin' lanes like what the
Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh
But y'all know I don't love her (Never 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? (F'real)
Some chicks like low-key
Wrists are zero degrees
I'm toxic off the Belve'
Strippers in my hotel suite
Fee fie-uh, foe fum-uh
Look out now, here I come-uh
For you haters, keepin' 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 seven o'clock (p-yoon)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya
Blue rocks lightin' up my shoulders (bling)
See y'all n- know y'all need to grow up
Your album ain't out, 'cause I'm the hold up
Busters wanna hoop with me
Well I wasn't always doin' 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 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, G's in in the back
V.I.P. beez like that
When you gettin' that money my n- (Get this money)
I spit this for my riders
Twenty-inch rims and wide-body drivers
We can't let nothin' 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 let the lead rang
You young boys ain't ready
You don't know nann n- to 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 (gettin' that money my n-)
Ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I gotta laugh at this shit
Get this money (gettin' this money my n-)
Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh oh it's too late to get scared
Get this money
It's way too late now
Get this money (Gettin' this money my n-)
You got what I want (Kellz)
I got what you need
Let's put it together (Young H-O)
Get this money (holla)
You got what I want
I got what you need
Let's put it together
Get this money (Gettin' that money my n-)
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