Lil' Wayne - Got Money lyrics
rate meI need a Win-Dixie grocery bag full of money right now to the VIP section (wosh, wosh, wosh)
You got young Mula now tonight baby, yeah!
Yeah! Young!
Young! (wosh) Young! (wosh) young! (wosh) young mula baby!
Got money (yeah)
And you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way
Gettin' mug from everybody who see that
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way
I was bouncing through the club
She loved the way I diddy bop
I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop
Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fitty cocked
Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semmi cocked
Now where your bar at?
I'm tryna rent it out
And we so bout it, bout it
Now what are you about?
DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop
Young Money, Lil Wayne then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I'll make it all back tomorrow don't worry
Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
A.k.a. Mr. Make it rain on them hoes (young money)
Got money (yeah)
And you know it (yeah)
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way
Gettin' mug from everybody who see that
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way
It go one for the money, two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll(chris)
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
I'm a be clapping all night in this bitch
Lights off, man it's on
Creep saw me, she smiling, he muggin'
Who cares, cause my goons are right here
It is nothin to a big dog
And I'm a great Dane, I wear eight chains
I mean so much ice, they yell skate Wayne!
She wanna fuck Weezy she wanna rape wayne
Got money (yeah)
And you know it (yeah)
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (far)
This a way (far) thata way (far)
This a way (far) thata way
Gettin' mug from everybody who see that
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like...
Okay, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
A.k.a. Mr. Make it rain on them hoes
Like ehhhh!
Everybody say Mr. Rain man can we have a rainy day?
Bring a umbrella, please bring a umbrella
Ella, ella, ella ehhh!
Bitch ain't shit but a hoe in a trick
But it ain't trickin if you got it
You know we ain't fucking if you not thick
And I cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit
So rolex watch this
I do it 4 5 6 my click
Clack goes the black 4/5
And just like it I blow that shit
Cause bitch I'm the bomb like (tick tick)
Yeah!
Got money (yeah)
And you know it (yeah)
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (far)
This a way (far) thata way (far)
This a way (far) thata way
Gettin' mug from everybody who see that
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (far)
This a way (far) thata way (far)
This way (far) that way
Yeah, it's young wayne on them hoes
A.k.a. Mr. Make it rain on them hoes
Yeah, young wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love T-Pain on them hoes
Aha!
Thanks to Davis for these lyrics
Thanks to Mackaye for these lyrics
Thanks to Gipht Muyembe for these lyrics
