Birdman & Lil Wayne - Get That Money lyrics
rate me
[Birdman:] Y'all already know what it do nigga? Theres money over here, Cash Money over here, nigga Me and the little J.R., Like that homeboy We on the grind nigga, got some muscle nigga, shine nigga, like father like son nigga Hey we drive shiver, headlights like a light bulb, that means the cars expensive you stupid fuck, keep a nigga pimpin now nigga [Lil Wayne:] I know some niggas that'll murk ya for a quarter birdy You bitch ass nigga just be lucky that the boy ain't hurt me I got the money to lag, and I got that swager workin I'm smokin some I can't pronounce, but I'm behind them phantom curtain What is you hiding bitch? I'm on some paper shit She wants to make me dinner I tell her, "Make me rich." Your fuckin with a winner But I come from the litter Woke up out of bed and I can 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's stealin For reala I'ma kill her I'm just a money man So where the dollars at? Some around back, Ima work until them flowers black She wanna ride on this I make her ride with that Her pistol and her celly, thats her survival pack And do I love her? Naahhh Man I just love the spirit Blind, deaf or crazy, its money over bitches [Chorus x2:] Now errbody that I'm knowin get that money baby And we aint worried bout them hoes, get that money baby You get that cook or that blow you are called a baller If you aint talkin about that dough, homie what you talkin? [Birdman:] So get your game up Take a bitch, break a bitch Strap her down with work, and tell her dont trip, take a trip Get your hustle up The money's what you make of it These niggas wanna cook down they clothes, they close down the bakery So stop stuntin homie, false promotin It aint about what you make Its about what you told em Burn him up and leave him naked Bring him back to his wiiifffee The bitch aint even cry cuz he was living that liiifffee These niggas think I'm slippin cuz I'm fallin back Bitch, I got money and a wall for that When you get it from the ground homie And hold the hood down And don't make a sound if the people swing around Bitch, do ya thing hoe Hussle, try to stay low This is for my old school g's who aint around this bitch But shorty, they aint fuckin with pops Let them niggas chase that pussy, we gonna follow tha guap [Chourus x2] [Birdman:] 50 stacks in the garden and the backyard Youngin talkin, turn a key into a crack charge Y'all niggas aint eatin how we eatin Fuck 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, cuz the act like they sistas If you aint gettin bread, nigga keep ya distance Sharks over here, nigga keep on fishin [Lil Wayne:] Money, money, money, is my intuition Money over bitches, such an easy decision Young money, money men, monster militia Hard body, these niggas is a box of tissue That nina will kiss ya That chopper will twist ya 380 snap shots, now smile for the pictures Wheezy motherfuckin baby, pay me A 9 to 5 is over rated I'm on that grind hoe [Chourus x2]
