Get That Money Lyrics

(feat. JR Writer, Katt Williams)

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D.I.P
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Got to get That money man
Got to get That money
Got to get That money man
Got to get That money
I'll push up on these burbs
You can have theses trit bitches
Pull up to the curb
On the satalite dishes
Start alown with cars
Ya boy I'll be going hard
No tops shit I
Got a Mardi Gra garage
All the mall I'll get your barbie to monosh
And slobber on the knob
Once I'll all with the menash
You got the part in me
Ice all on the arm and Tee
Peep my neck and CVS
I don't need a pharmecy
I try to tell em
I'm the nicest to write recite
Do it presue it
A rebel your not on my level
So settle down
The engine make the benz flout
The chick and get close
She thick than some french toast
When I sit by
Just don't blow the kids Hi
Get fly pimp fly
Till I get the pink eye
I come from a hood were they merk the handle
Try to spin his shirt around
Make him taste the dirt and ground
This that murder sound
Make you want to hurt a clown
Somthing like a good deal
It hard for you to turn it down
Can't you see I'm running with them heaters
The gun is were I need it
U'll run out your addidas
Mad he's gunna jump
So you chumps better belive it
That what I'm marryed to the gun
But I dump it like she cheated
A heaven on the strip
Get the drip
Me and Katt put a cap to your chest
Now pledge allegence to the D.I.P
Got get that money man
Got get that money man
Got get that money man
Got get that money man
Got get that money man
Got get that money man
Got get that money man
Got get that money man
Got get that money man
Who the fuck is pimp
Who the fuck is pimpin huh?
Who the fuck is winnin
Who the fuck is winnin huh?
Who the fuck is dippin
Who the fuck is dipin huh?
Who the fuck is trippin
Who the fuck is trippin huh?
O.G call me sleep walker I see my whole dreams
And bitches call me silvia I make some mean greens
Soliders call me captain crunch
Cause if u in a crunch
You can call the captain pimpin
And I'm a bring a lunch
Gears call me role model
Yes a role model
Show you how to take a bank roll
And get a super model
Got so many hatters
I do not need gators
I like slide in flip flops
Like I slide through hip-hop
Money ain't make me
So broke can break me
I marry porvage a bitch
If she ricky lake me
I swear to fucking god
If you ever forsake me
I'll come into your baby house
And make you face me
Ladys call me preatty kitty
Niggas call me pretty shitty
I might be itty bitty
Still yet I run the city
Friends with the yin
My guap don stop
Case loads of pacoes
Dipset a Kick Rock
Who the fuck is pimp
Who the fuck is pimpin huh?
Who the fuck is winnin
Who the fuck is winnin huh?
Who the fuck is dippin
Who the fuck is dipin huh?
Who the fuck is trippin
Who the fuck is trippin huh?