Tytuł: Get this money

• Wykonawca: R.Kelly
• Wyświetleń: 257

[J] Yeah yeah
   [R] Damn it's hot
   [J] Like a muh'fucker
   [R] Yo Jigga
   [J] Whassup my nigga?
   [R] Pop that water
   [J] Fo'schizzle!
   [both laughing]
   [R] Yeah
   [J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon
  
   [Jay-Z]
   Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
   Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga
   (woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)
   You better call the muh'fuckin cops
   This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go
  
   [R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]
   Keys to the Bentley, off to the club
   Switchin lanes like what the..
   Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh
   But y'all know I don't love no.. (never love her)
   She, say, she, slick
   I'm, like, baby, please
   She, say she's got a man
   but what's that got to do with me? (f'real)
   Some chicks like low-key
   Wrists of, zero degrees
   I'm, toxic off the Belve'
   Two strippers, in my hotel suite
   Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
   Look out now, here I come-ah
   For you haters, keepin up trauma
   Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)
  
   [Chorus: R. Kelly]
   You got what I want; I got what you need
   Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney
   You got what I want; I got what you need
   Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney
  
   [R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]
   Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock (woo!)
   Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
   After that, menage-a-trois
   And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
   Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya
   Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)
   See y'all niggaz know y'all need to grow up
   Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)
   Busters wanna hoop with me
   Wanna run our ways, doin R&B
   I'll, creep creep, blink blink
   Cross your ass over, take it from me
   Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
   Look out now, here I come-ah
   Golddiggers, this you gets none of
   Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]
   Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz
   White tank top, cran-apple trim
   Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems
   Dice hands 'side both of them
   Two rolls and I leave with a stack
   Off to the club, G's in in the back
   V.I.P. nigga beez like that
   When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)
   I spit this for my riders
   Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers
   We can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)
   Young H-O-V-A
   And the boy R. Kel', you know how we play
   For that fetti, mayne, we'll let the lead rang
   You young boyz ain't ready
   You don't know NANN a nigga to NEAR Jigga
   to NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel'
   Yeah it's money, recognize the smell
   And we up out this bitch, yell
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]
   Gettin that money my nigga
   Ha ha, ha ha
   Ha ha ha ha ha ha
   I gotta laugh at this shit (get.. this.. money)
   Gettin this money my nigga
   Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh
   Oh it's too late to get scared niggaz (get.. this.. mo-ney)
   It's way too late now..
   .. gettin this money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)
  
   [Chorus + Jay-Z ad libs]
  
   [J] Gettin that money my nigga