Tytuł: Mo' money

• Wykonawca: Jay-Z
• Wyświetleń: 169

  
   & R. Kelly feat. Twista
  
  [Jay-Z]
  That nigga let his fuckin flow go
  Niggaz tryin to switch up the flows on niggaz
  Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a micky
  Drop that joint
  
  Yeah yeah (it's the remix y'all)
  Like a muh'fucker (oh yeah)
  Whassup my nigga (and still hot up in that boy, ain't it man)
  (Yo Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all)
  C'mon
  
  [R. Kelly]
  It's, the, remix
  TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
  Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money
  
  [Twista]
  I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club
  Cause I'm rollin up on fo' flickers
  Peanut-butter interior, black body
  And in case you didn't know, I be the Twista
  Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
  I hear some niggaz lookin at me for the come up
  Try to creep creep, I pull a gun up
  I put a hole in the first nigga that run up
  The ballers be Jay, R, and T
  Spit it cold cause the music is a part of me
  Can't nobody spit it fast as me
  Got an academy of haters comin after me
  I know I got what you want, I know I got what you need
  Come and mob to the top before you get, this, money
  
  Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley
  Full of sport modes, you never could hang with me
  Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50
  Gettin that money my nigga
  Oh-five Chrysler, trees for the blunts
  Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
  Twenty-two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk
  Gettin that money my nigga
  Makin dough off a style I be the best in
  Glad to be down with these two livin legends
  Now let me see which league I'ma invest in
  Gettin that money my nigga
  Rollin this cheer, put the niggaz in fear
  Makin bitches shed tears, take a look at my career
  Now the shit's swell; when I get up to 70 in the Coupe
  Peep the wing when I hope out the tail - tell 'em Kel
  
  [Chorus: R. Kelly]
  We off up in the club, we got our hands up
  Drinks in the club because we gettin that money my nigga
  We rollin 24's, open them Bentley do's
  Got plenty hoes because we gettin that money my nigga
  
  [R. Kelly]
  Pull up to the club, chicks in the back
  Some smokin on weed, some sippin Co-gnac
  Into the club, whole crew to the back
  Super the stars make it sharp as a tack
  Gotta have my forty-five inch in it
  In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes
  Game over and I'm still not finished
  I play haters like V play tennis
  Livin like a motherfuckin Richie Rich nigga
  Got a butler for my Maybach nigga
  White linen, smokin ci-gar
  Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger
  Feelin on your booty
  Tryin to get one of these nice ladies
  to come up to my room and do, me
  Have her man like who's, he
  Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a nurse
  And I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse
  Sometimes showbiz is the worst
  I'm blessed with "The Gift & The Curse," whoa
  Shoot ball, now I'm off to the spa
  Fresh and clean, now I'm off in the car
  Got a date with a superstar
  We take lunch, now twelve o'clock
  Hit the mall bout two o'clock
  In the movies bout five o'clock
  Seven o'clock 'til nine o'clock
  we in my crib, my bed, goin non-stop
  This for my project niggaz, widebody Mo' sippers
  Pimps hustlers herb flippers, get, this, money
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Jay-Z]
  Gettin this money switchin my whips and my kicks
  Like I'm just addicted to difference you pick what you want from me
  To be a, lame with visions of riches, enter my brain
  Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin lanes
  It's just insane, is it? I'm from the district where niggaz
  either in prison or pay visits like in-laws
  So we fend for ourself, and the wealth is in raw
  We can't help but been lost, what else gon' make that engine roar?
  Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we drive
  Into the club we get all the eyes when you gettin that money my nigga
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [R. Kelly]
  TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
  Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money
  
  [ad libs to fade]