Tytuł: Get This Money

• Wykonawca: Jay-Z
• Wyświetleń: 750

[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