Ras Kass - Get Yo Money Right lyrics
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Bionic!
Get yo money right!
Get yo money right!
Bitch! Dwag in the motherfucking house!
Way back when I made freaking chills
In 1988, I was freaking girls
And I fucked a lot of groupies in ’89,
When I started getting famous, if I think she fine.
I'mmaa hit it! I'm back on the road with mine
Another show, pussy is short to follow
But don't bother, cause I don't fuck groupies these days!
See me with a bitch, best believe she's paid!
And love is not what's is not gonna be
Ain't talk about money, don't talk to me
And can't choose a fees, and usually
I blew the trees while she bruised the knees.
Let me tell you what happened a few nights ago
Met a bad little bitch tried, to wife a hoe
I always had to had to have two wives or more,
But I ain't never seen nothing that fine before!
Hook:
You want it, I'm on it, you seen my body talking
(Call me out there!)
Excited, you like it, the vacuum keeps on rising!
(She call me out there!)
Get your money right!
Get your money right!
I'mma treat you right, baby
Get your money right
Get your money right
Get your money right, baby
I'm so cold watch while I drop flow!
Light a match! Shawty for realer!
Got me beating my chest going gorilla.
Belong in the cinema she a thriller.
More body than a serial killer
Plus she belong in Pittsburg she a skiller!
Black and yellow, gram and hella gwap for my team
My white bitch pay out white slut machine
I'm not a pimp baby I'm just pandering
It's the ABM with no camera, man.
Born act to follow, and more to swallow
So I keep her off that OJ brandy about the bottle
Her freak game up she ride out of Sao Paulo
Pipe cleaner for real, she leave you hollow
That's the sound of another life bitch being born, yes sir!
Long heels off, whole heels on, turn them tricks till I get the Neil Young!
Hook:
You want it, I'm on it, you seen my body talking
(Call me out there!)
Excited, you like it, the vacuum keeps on rising!
(She call me out there!)
Get your money right!
Get your money right!
I'mma treat you right, baby
Get your money right
Get your money right
Get your money right, baby
I'm so cold watch while I drop flow!
I taught this bitch how to pop it yesterday
Staring hard at my rims and my candy paint.
I said, shut the fuck up, bitch respect the game
Iceberg bitch, respect the name!
I said the only one position you got is your back
The only chance you got in your life is the track
I'mma tell you something that's a god damn fact
I'm a motherfucking pimp and your man's a...
The bitch look to me like a slave set free
I said hold up hoe I need my juice and fee
I need my trap bitch, fat bitch, that's no joke
I don't give a fuck, you gotta fuck them both
The bitch left that day came back that night
A hundred grand cash, king of Snow White
Look dead, a nigga like it was big hoe
I set back to the track this is pimping, hoe!
Hook:
You want it, I'm on it, you seen my body talking
(Call it rap game!)
Excited, you like it, the vacuum keeps on rising!
(I call it rap game!)
Get your money right!
Get your money right!
I'mma treat you right, baby
Get your money right
Get your money right
Get your money right, baby
I'm so cold watch while I drop flow!
But you got to have the dough,
Come on above and be a pro like never before!
