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PERFORMING ARTISTS
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Performer
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Composer
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Composer
Samuel Barnes
Samuel Barnes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah yeah Damn it's hot Like a muh'fucker Yo jigga Whassup my nigga? Pop that water Fo'schizzle Yeah Get'cha mind right, c'mon Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh Uh-uh uh-uh, gettin' that money my nigga (Woo woo woo woo) You better call the muh'fuckin' cops This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go Keys to the Bentley, off to the club Switchin' lanes like what the Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh But y'all know I don't love no (Never love her) She, say, she, slick I'm, like, baby, please She say, she's got a man But what's that got to do with me? (F'real) Some chicks like low-key Wrists of, zero degrees I'm, toxic off the Belve' Two strippers, in my hotel suite Fee fie and, foe fum-ah Look out now, here I come-ah For you haters, keepin' up trauma Me and jigga thugged out on the come up You got what I want, I got what you need Let's put it together; get this money You got what I want, I got what you need Let's put it together; get this money Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock (Woo) Hungry 'bout to hit the Ihop (Let's go) After that, menage-a-trois And he out by seven o'clock (P-yoon) 'Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya Blue rocks lightin' up my shoulders (Bling) See y'all niggaz know y'all need to grow up Your album ain't out, 'cause I'm the hold up Busters wanna hoop with me Wanna run our ways, doin' R&B I'll, creep creep, blink blink Cross your ass over, take it from me Fee fie and, foe fum-ah Look out now, here I come-ah Gold diggers, this you gets none of Me and jigga thugged out on the come up You got what I want, I got what you need Let's put it together; get this money You got what I want, I got what you need Let's put it together; get this money Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz White tank top, cran-apple trim Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems Dice hands 'side both of them Two rolls and I leave with a stack Off to the club, G's in in the back V.I.P. nigga beez like that When you gettin' that money my nigga (Get this money) I spit this for my riders Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers We can't let nothin' stop us (Get this money) Young H O V A And the boy R. Kel', you know how we play For that fetti, Mayne, we'll let the lead rang You young boyz ain't ready You don't know Nann a nigga to near jigga To near as well as me and the boy Kel' Yeah it's money, recognize the smell And we up out this bitch, yell You got what I want, I got what you need Let's put it together; get this money You got what I want, I got what you need Let's put it together; get this money Gettin' that money my nigga Ha ha, ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha I gotta laugh at this shit (Get this money) Gettin' this money my nigga Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh Oh it's too late to get scared niggaz (Get this money) It's way too late now Gettin' this money my nigga (Get this money) You got what I want, I got what you need Let's put it together; get this money You got what I want, I got what you need Let's put it together; get this money (Gettin' that money my nigga)
Writer(s): Robert S. Kelly, Shawn C. Carter, Samuel J. Barnes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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