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Get This Money

Lil' Flip & Mr. Capone-E
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Hey man, I told this dude don't call my motherfuckin phone no more This motherfuckin promoter had the nerve to call my motherfuckin phone Talkin bout let's split the dough (bitch please) Man, I hung up in that nigga face, man (man, you crazy?) Split the motherfuckin dough, nigga? I'll split your motherfuckin head, nigga (hey, hey) The minimum, nigga, that's 25, nigga (hey, hey) You know what I'm sayin? And that's if I know you (hey, hey) I gotta get this money, let's go We gotta get this money (hey, we gotta get this money, player) We gotta get this money (everyday I wake up, I'm chasin bread) We gotta get this money (I'll chill with them hoes later) I'm a G, you can't take nothin from me (hell nah) We gotta get this money (I'm tellin you, I'm serious, man) We gotta get this money (and I'm pimpin too, baby) We gotta get this money (I'm a trap and a rapper, what about you?) I'm a G, you can't take nothin from me (blaat, blaat) I chase paper all day, cause I gotta have it That woodgrain steering wheel, I just gotta grab it It's automatic, it shoot like a K, huh You heard me on Whoo Kid and Kay Slay, huh I fuck with Double R, I push a double R I got my gun license, so fuck a bodyguard I'll leave your body scarred, a couple leg wounds Now I'm at the Roxy gettin head in the Red Room I don't pop pills, I just roll up my kill, girl Lick a deal, half a mil', it is what it is, girl I'm from Texas, we call it Spruceton I push a Lexus, we just crusin The new Benz came out, but I don't like that You want a drank with a nigga, where your Sprite at? My fitted hat got my logo on the front I'm in a fo' do', just to roll up a blunt We gotta get this money (hey, we gotta get this money, player) We gotta get this money (everyday I wake up, I'm chasin bread) We gotta get this money (I'll chill with them hoes later) I'm a G, you can't take nothin from me (hell nah) We gotta get this money (I'm tellin you, I'm serious, man) We gotta get this money (and I'm pimpin too, baby) We gotta get this money (I'm a trap and a rapper, what about you?) I'm a G, you can't take nothin from me (blaat, blaat) You wanna talk shit, let's talk money You got that shoebox, I got that vault money That big house money, we gettin cake, nigga I fuck with the real Johnny, not the fake, nigga Give me a break, nigga, who you foolin? King's Flea Market, that's the real jeweler Blue diamonds got me lookin like Papa Smurf You try to take mine, I'll pull out the Glock and swerve Fingaz on the track, Twankies on my lap Fifth wheel on back, get your grill intact Cause I'ma knock it out, you better knock it off That nigga head gettin big, I'ma pop it off Yeah, I love to floss, I been doin that My connect in D.C., I been movin packs I been shootin MACs, I been bruisin backs If they shootin, why you ain't shootin back? We gotta get this money (hey, we gotta get this money, player) We gotta get this money (everyday I wake up, I'm chasin bread) We gotta get this money (I'll chill with them hoes later) I'm a G, you can't take nothin from me (hell nah) We gotta get this money (I'm tellin you, I'm serious, man) We gotta get this money (and I'm pimpin too, baby) We gotta get this money (I'm a trap and a rapper, what about you?) I'm a G, you can't take nothin from me (blaat, blaat) Franks in France, and pounds in London You niggas couldn't guess how many pounds I'm runnin I got fans in Japan, and most of em men But them girls love me long time when I spend that Yen I got niggas in the pen who can't get out I want the whole world, I don't wanna be the King of the South I'm the Freestyle King, shit, that's good enough I got my niggas on deck, that's hood enough I'm rich, I'm cut, tinted trucks, they all paid for If you ain't got a strap, what the hell you ridin blades for? I got it made, ho, I got a blaze rolled Now we in Mexico, spendin pesos I got two days left, then I'm goin to Europe It's a ten-hour flight, hurry, pour up the syrup Minute Maid with a three in it, yes, haha That's how we do it in Houston, Texas (let's go) We gotta get this money (hey, we gotta get this money, player) We gotta get this money (everyday I wake up, I'm chasin bread) We gotta get this money (I'll chill with them hoes later) I'm a G, you can't take nothin from me (hell nah) We gotta get this money (I'm tellin you, I'm serious, man) We gotta get this money (and I'm pimpin too, baby) We gotta get this money (I'm a trap and a rapper, what about you?) I'm a G, you can't take nothin from me (blaat, blaat)