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Birdman - Get That Money lyrics
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin' I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin' I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains What is you holl'in' bitch I'm on some gangsta shit She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich You fuckin' wit' a winner but I come from a little Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter I leave the work wit' her yeah she my baby sitter And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her I'm just a money maaan so where the dollars at ?? beat that until them flowers black She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit' that Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches [Chorus - Lil Wayne - 2X] Now everybody that I know get that money baby And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby You get that cooked or that blow you done called a baller If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie what'cha talkin' [Verse 2 - Birdman] So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip Get'cha hustle up the money's what you make of it These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery So stop stuntin' homie false promotin' It ain't about what'cha makin' it's about what ya totin' Burn him up leave him naked bring him back to his wife The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back Bitch I got money in the walls for that Young'n get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch But shawty they ain't fuckin' wit' pops Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap... yeah [Chorus - Lil Wayne] [Verse 3 - Birdman] Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B Fuck how we used to be now we how we need to be If they ain't wit' us they must be against us We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin' [Lil Wayne] Money money money is my intuition Money over bitches such an easy decision Young Money money men monster militia Hardbody these niggaz boxes of tissue That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya Them .380 snapshots now smile for the pictures Weezy motherfuckin' Baby pay me My 9-to-5 is overrated I'm on that grind hoe. [Chorus - Lil Wayne] |
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