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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Traci Nelson
Traci Nelson
Background Vocals
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
Barbara & Wilson
Barbara & Wilson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Khari Cain
Khari Cain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Needlz
Needlz
Producer
Sha Money XL
Sha Money XL
Mixing Engineer
Adam Hawkins
Adam Hawkins
Recording Engineer
Alex Ortiz
Alex Ortiz
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Man, I'll get at you, my knife cuts your skin I'll get at you, blow shots at your man I'll get at you, 2Pac don't pretend I'll get at you, I'll put that to an end That damn shit is old, don't be screamin "Get at Me Dog" Have you runnin' for your life when I match ya part I get to waving that semi like it's legal A lil' nigga hurt his arm, lettin' off that Eagle, you know me Black on black Bentley, big ol' black 9 I'll clap your monkey-ass, yeah, black-on-black crime Big ol' chrome rims gleam, you know how I shine C'mon on man, you know how I shine I'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top Got a 100 guns, a 100 clips, why I don't hear no shots? That fat nigga thought "Lean Back" was "In Da Club" My shit sold 11 mill', his shit was a dud Jada' don't fuck with me, if you wanna eat 'Cause I'll do yo' little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep Yeah, homie in New York niggas like your vocals But that's only New York dawg, yo' ass is local Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Yeah, yeah, get more money, more money Yeah, yeah, yeah, get more money, more money Yeah, yeah, yeah, get more money, more money Yeah, yeah, yeah, get more money, more money Banks' shit, sells, Buck's shit, sells Game shit, sells, I'm rich as hell Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell He don't want it with me, he in PC I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank For just a few pennies out my piggy bank Yayo bring the condoms, I'm in Room 203 Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgery It's an emergency, for Michael Jackson see Looked at a picture and says she looks like me Kelis said her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard Then Nas went, and tattooed the bitch on his arm I mean like way out in Cali niggas know you, cuz First thing they say about you is you's a sucker for love This is chess not checkers, these are warning shots After your next move I'll give you what I got Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Yeah, yeah, get more money, more money Yeah, yeah, yeah get more money, more money Yeah, yeah, yeah get more money, more money Yeah, yeah, yeah get more money, more money When I get at you, I'll punch out your grill I'll get at you, let off that blue steel I'll get at you, nigga, I'm for real I'll get at you, could get yo' ass killed Yeah Yeah Hahahaha Ya'll niggas gotta do somethin' now man All that shoot 'em up shit ya'll be talking You gotta do something, baby I mean, I mean come on man everybody's listening Nigga everybody's listening Hahahaha I know you ain't gon' just let 50 do you like that I mean damn rep your hood, nigga Nigga, you hard, right? Pop off Yayo give my orders to my niggas on the phone And tell the niggas I said grip up Niggas got a green light on these monkies Hahahaha
Writer(s): Curtis James Jackson, Khari Cain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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