RASHEEDA, YOUNG JEEZY - Get This Money lyrics

rate me

Where my real bytch? Holdin it down like a rider should?

You fuk with my nigga... boy I wish you would!

These nigga poppin watch how quick that ass dissapear

Send your baby mamma your shirt, for a souvenir...

Yeahhhhhh... Cause my nicca means everything

Got his name tatted on my body and everything

Keep a bytch grippin woodgrain

5 double O sittin on dem white thangs

Not to mention all the blang in my watch and rangs

And the fifth that daddy dropped on my watch and chains

This nicca love me cause he know I do the damn thang

And I'm a ride of ya, put that shyt on errythang

We got stacks on deck, couple chickens in the coupe

Bad red bone thang black rims on the coupe

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

She straight love a nicca, all she do is bragg

When we got I keep my strap in a leather bag

Shorty wanna ride with me

Ayyyyeeee

And we can get money

And when we get done with that we can get mo money

Confession like Usher, boy I got it bad

Every other day I gotta buy ma baby girl a bag

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend

And a couple million dollars... ladies if you feel me holla

I said ladies if you feel me holla

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I got my mind on my money, hard on my girl

You know baby girl she ma world

And she will never tell up that on my momma

She say she loves me and that's death before Dishonor!

And that's the only way we know how to rock,

Go head baby show em the rock.

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I love ma nicca tell the day I die

No matter what I'm a be right by your side

I neva snitch I take it to ma grave, long as you got my back

I'm down for anything

If you ain't got a real nicca then you can't relate

Ma baby told met hat these jealous hoes love ta hate.