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get that money - birdman & lil' wayne lyrics

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i know some n-gg-z that’ll merk ya for a quarter birdy
you b-tch -ss n-gg-z 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 pr-nounce behind them phantom curtains

what is you hollin’ b-tch, i’m on some gangsta sh-t
she wanna make me dinner, i tell her make me rich
you f-ckin’ with a winner but i come from a little
hoe but bet i can take that dirt and turn that sh-t to glitter

i leave the work with her, yeah, she my baby sitter
and if i find out she stealin’ for realer i’ma kill her
i’m just a money man so where the dollars at
[incomprehensible] beat that until them flowers black

she wanna ride on this i make her ride with that
her pistol in the ceilin’ that’s her survival pack
and do i love her naw, man i just love her spirit
blind, deaf or crazy it’s money over b-tches

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 the caller, baller
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout that dough homie whatcha talkin’?

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 the caller, baller
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout that dough homie whatcha talkin’?

so getcha game up, take a b-tch, break a b-tch
strap her down with work and tell her don’t trip, take a trip
getcha hustle up, the money’s what you make of it
these n-gg-z want it cooked and i done closed down the bakery

so stop stuntin’ homie, false promotin’
it ain’t about whatcha makin’, it’s about what ya totin’
burn him up and leave him naked, bring him back to his wife
the b-tch ain’t even cry ’cause he was livin’ that life

these n-gg-z think i’m slippin’ ’cause i’m fallin’ back
b-tch i got money in the walls for that
youngin’ get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
don’t make a sound if them people swing around this b-tch

do ya thang, whoa hustle try to stay low
this is for my old school g’s who ain’t around this b-tch
but shawty they ain’t f-ckin’ with pops
let them n-gg-z chase that p-ssy we gon’ follow that guap, yeah

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 the caller, baller
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout that dough homie whatcha talkin’?

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 the caller, baller
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout that dough homie whatcha talkin’?

fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard
money talkin’, turn a key into a crack charge
y’all n-gg-z ain’t eatin’ how we eatin’ b
f-ck how we used to be, now we how we need to be

if they ain’t with us they must be against us
we shoot ’em in the head ’cause they act like they senseless
if you ain’t gettin’ bread n-gg- keep yo’ distance
we sharks over here n-gg- keep on fishin’, okay

ok, money, money, money is my intuition
money over b-tches such an easy decision
young money, money men monster militia
hard body, these n-gg-z boxes of tissue

that nina will kiss ya, that chopper will twist ya
them 380 snapshots, now smile for the pictures
weezy motherf-ckin’ baby pay me
my nine to five is overrated, i’m on that grind hoe

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 the caller, baller
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout that dough homie whatcha talkin’?

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 the caller, baller
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout that dough homie whatcha talkin’?

- birdman lil wayne lyrics

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