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Get Rich - Remix By Welon
Coolio & G-Lu & Goast
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[Intro: Cold 187um & (Schi) zophrenik
Yeah, Coolio
I'm in my second childhood bitch
(Go smoke)
Uh-huh, respect nigga
Uh-huh, Schizophrenic in this biatch
Uh-huh, 3 G's
Get rich nigga
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Money, power, respect is all a nigga have
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Put the cash in the bag
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Money, power, respect is all a nigga have
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Put the cash in the bag
Paper stacker, lover hater, paper maker
It's the paper player, pussy puffer
When I hump her she ain't playin'
Sound like she prayin'
She on my dick like a cross
The Messiah, I'm the boss
Never no weak dick, the whole bone get dipped
That coochie get packed and shipped, on crip
No pussy, no dick, no money, no whip
No slip, no fall, go grimy on a bitch
And ball like Patrick, fact, it's automatic
That static, get met with static
It's emphatic as a matter of fact
It's erratic, these niggas done had it
These bitch ass niggas get gatted
Do pussy come with money or money come with pussy?
When it's time for pussy to pay, a pimp get plushy
Shaka-laka, pull a billy club on lil mama
And keep her mouth and pussy full and never have no drama
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Money, power, respect is all a nigga have
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Put the cash in the bag
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Money, power, respect is all a nigga have
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Put the cash in the bag
Money in the floor and money in the mattress
Money in the walls and money in the attic
Cabbage patch kid cause I'm all about my cabbage
Got the green thumb, eatin' money is my habit
Hand guns, rifles, shotguns and automatics
They slippin' over there, let's go and get 'em, gotta have it
Grab it, resist me and see a closed casket
Like my money new, you like it old, dirty bastard
Diamond cross and Jesus piece, flee the 300 C's
International bread, big money overseas
Come and take a smoke with me cause when they get a load of me
Labels break the bank to try and grab a hold of me
Go, I'm the new hottest thing
Screamin' bloody murder, splashin' blood on the camera screens
Get rich or die tryin', clap and let my hammers ring
If I die today then bury me like a king
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Money, power, respect is all a nigga have
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Put the cash in the bag
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Money, power, respect is all a nigga have
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Put the cash in the bag
The power, the paper, the pressure, the caper
Tell the homies see you later, bitches catchin' vapors
One in the chamber, up for the haters
Can't none of these fake ass rappers out fade us
Get rich, get rich, my bitches
Get rich, get rich, my niggas
Keep your eye on that scrilla
And your finger on that trigga
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Money, power, respect is all a nigga have
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Put the cash in the bag
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Money, power, respect is all a nigga have
Get rich nigga, throw the money in the bag
Put the cash in the bag