Got Money (feat. T-Pain)

Pl-Pl-Play-N-Play-N-Play-N-Skillz Yeah, yeah! I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money (woo!) Right now to the VIP section (woo!) You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby (yeah!) Yeah, haha, yeah, Young (ay-hey) Young, Young, Young, Young Mula, baby! If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly) this-a-way, (fly) that-a-way (Fly) this-a-way, (fly) that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly) this-a-way, (fly) that-a-way (Fly) this-a-way, (fly) that-a-way Now I was bouncing through the club She love the way I Diddy-bop I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked Now, where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out And we so 'bout it-'bout it, now what are you about? DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop "Young Money, Lil Wayne" then the music drop I make it snow, I make it flurry I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry Yeah, young Wayne on the hoes A.K.A. Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Young Money If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly) this-a-way, (fly) that-a-way (Fly) this-a-way, (fly) that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly) this-a-way, (fly) that-a-way (Fly) this-a-way, (fly) that-a-way (streets) It go one for the money, two for the show Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll (Chris) Like some clap on lights in this bitch I'ma be clappin' all night in this bitch (uh-huh) Lights off (uh-huh), mask on (uh-huh) Creep silent (uh-huh), she smiling He muggin', who cares? 'Cause my goons, are right here Like it's nothing, to a big dog And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains I'm in so much ice, they yell, "Skate, Wayne!" She wanna fuck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne If you got money (and I'ma let her) (yeah) and you know it (yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly) this-a-way, (fly) that-a-way (Fly) this-a-way, (fly) that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like- Okay, it's young Wayne on these hoes A.K.A Mr. Make-it-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Like ayy! And everybody say "Mr. Rainman, can we have a rainy day?" Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella 'Ella, 'ella, 'ella, ayy! Bitch, ain't shit but a hoe and a trick But you know it ain't trickin' if you got it You know we ain't fuckin' if you not thick And I'll cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit So Rolex watch this, I do it, four, five, six My click-clack goes the black four-fifth And just like it, I'll blow that shit 'Cause bitch' I'm the bomb like, "Tick, tick," biatch If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly) this-a-way, (fly) that-a-way (Fly) this-a-way, (fly) that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly) this-a-way, (fly) that-a-way (Fly) this-a-way, (fly) that-a-way Yeah, it's young Wayne on the hoes AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Yeah, young Wayne on the hoes Make a stripper fall in love, T-Pain on them hoes Uh-huh, um, Young Mula, baby