Get Money

F*ck b*tches get money f*ck n*ggaz get money Hehehe
WHAT Uhh *** em up
The f*ck That s*it aint even big boy
Oh aight you dont you dont get none of that s*it
Uhh check it out Bout to 'get money'
You wanna sip Mo on my living room flo
Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
Pick up my phone say 'Poppa not home'
*** all night mad head in the morn
Spin my V smoke all my ****
Tattoo on tit-tie sayin B-I-G now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Dontcha you wanna gimme what I need baby
Wontcha picture life as my wife just think
Full length mink fat X and O links
Bracelets to match conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say youse the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard
S*it got hot you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court tried to take all I got
Nother intricate plot the b*tch said I raped her
'Damn why she wanna stick me for my paper'
My Mo-sci-no hoe my Ver-sa-ce hottie
Come to find out you was f*ckin everybody
You knew about me the fake ID
Cases in Virginia body in D.C.
Woe oh is me thats what I get for trickin
Pay my own bail commence to ass kickin
Lick in the door wavin the four-four
All you heard was 'Poppa dont hit me no more'
Disrespect my click my s*its imperial
F*ck around and made her milkbox material
You feel me Suckin d*ck runnin your lips
Cause of you Im on some real f*ck a b*tch s*it uhh.
F*ck b*tches get money
F*ck n*ggaz get money
WHAT I see mad girls like you
You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot
Im tellin you though
There AINT nobody like me
You just frontin theres people out like that
Uhh whoo! Get at me
Whoo I told you n*ggaz
N*ggaz betta grab a seat
Grab on your d*ck as this b*tch gets deep
Deeper than the p*ssy of a b*tch six feet
Stiff d*cks feel sweet in this little petite
Young b*tch from the street guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now Im Billboard bound n*ggaz press to hit it
Play me like a chicken thinkin Im pressed to get it
Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks
Rather count a million while you eat my p*ssy
Push me to the limit get my feelings in it
Get me open while Im cummin down your throat
Then you wanna be my main squeeze n*gga
Dontcha you wanna lick between my knees n*gga
Dontcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave.
Blow up spots on b*tches because Im mad
Break up affairs lick shots in the air
You get vexed and start swingin everywhere
Me shifty Now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out your nine while I cock on mine
Yeah what n*gga I aint got time for this
So what n*gga Im not tryin to hear that s*it
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots
Things that make up for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards sayin 'I apologize'
Is you wit me How could you ever decieve me
But paybacks a b*tch motherf*cker believe me
Naw I aint gay this aint no lesbo flow
Just a lil somethin to let you motherf*ckers know
F*ck b*tches get money
F*ck n* ggaz get money
Wait a minute wait a minute
Back up just give me that s*it this s*it is mine
Oh you want my numbers and s*it
Look now you wanna
Im all that b*tch dont ask
Youre f*ckin with a b*tch named Aphrodite
Yall believe that s*it
Just playin with you worrddaddy is all that oh word
Im talkin bout some presidents
Talkin bout this motherf*ckin cash
Whatever you dont think about this
My nickname was Jesus in high school
You dont even believe that s*it!
God dont believe that s*it!
Im the supreme being baby