Get This Money lyrics

[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
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