R. Kelly - Get This Money Lyrics
[j] yeah yeah[r] damn its hot[j] like a muh*****er[r] yo jigga[j] whassup my nigga?[r] pop that water[j] foschizzle![both laughing][r] yeah[j] getcha mind right, cmon[jay-z]Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uhUh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)You better call the muh*****in copsThis is a crime, uh-uh, lets go[r. kelly + (jay-z)]Keys to the bentley, off to the clubSwitchin lanes like what the..Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruhBut yall know I dont love no.. (never love her)She, say, she, slickIm, like, baby, pleaseShe, say shes got a manBut whats that got to do with me? (freal)Some chicks like low-keyWrists of, zero degreesIm, toxic off the belveTwo strippers, in my hotel suiteFee fie and, foe fum-ahLook out now, here I come-ahFor you haters, keepin up traumaMe and jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)[chorus: r. kelly]You got what I want; I got what you needLets put it together; get, this, mo-neyYou got what I want; I got what you needLets put it together; get, this, mo-ney[r. kelly + (jay-z)]Ace hit the club bout five oclock (woo!)Hungry bout to hit the ihop (lets go)After that, menage-a-troisAnd he out by seven oclock (p-yoon)Cause Im a baller, thought I told yaBlue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)See yall niggaz know yall need to grow upYour album aint out, cause Im the hold up (ha)Busters wanna hoop with meWanna run our ways, doin r&bIll, creep creep, blink blinkCross your ass over, take it from meFee fie and, foe fum-ahLook out now, here I come-ahGolddiggers, this you gets none ofMe and jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)[chorus][jay-z + (r. kelly)]Pull up on the block, cran-apple benzWhite tank top, cran-apple trimEgg-shaped watch, cran-apple gemsDice hands side both of themTwo rolls and I leave with a stackOff to the club, gs in in the backV.i.p. nigga beez like thatWhen you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)I spit this for my ridersTwenty-inch rims and wide body driversWe cant let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)Young h-o-v-aAnd the boy r. kel, you know how we playFor that fetti, mayne, well let the lead rangYou young boyz aint readyYou dont know nann a nigga to near jiggaTo near as well as me and the boy kelYeah its money, recognize the smellAnd we up out this *****, yell[chorus][jay-z + (r. kelly)]Gettin that money my niggaHa ha, ha haHa ha ha ha ha haI gotta laugh at this shit (get.. this.. money)Gettin this money my niggaYeah, ohh oh ohh ohOh its too late to get scared niggaz (get.. this.. mo-ney)Its way too late now.... gettin this money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)[chorus + jay-z ad libs][j] gettin that money my nigga
