Get Rich To This Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Goodie Mob 

We peel out sideways (get rich to this) 

We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this) 

Thank God for Friday's (get rich to this) 

Hey hey hey hey! (get rich to this) 

We peel out sideways (get rich to this) 

We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this) 

Thank God for Friday's (get rich to this) 

Say say say say! (get rich to this) 

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(Backbone) 

It'll be all slipp-ery, slick wid it 

Automatically? I'm the shit wid it 

I'm psyched out, Sic-Wid-It 

like E-40 and The Click wid it 

He sucker MC better know about it 

I make your girlfriend hoe about it 

I make a muh'fucka know about it; 

somebody better tell him 

Cock it back, hit a lick wid it 

Keep it workin drop a brick wid it 

Off the block, serve a nig wid it 

Whip a brand new whip wid it 

Apartment flow, you ain't know? 

Look here lil girl it come equipped wid it 

She freaky deaky lick her lips wid it 

She thick thick wid it 

Jump, stump, twist wid it 

Make em make em make em scrap wid it 

Tear da club up, champagne campaign wid it 

Party people do your thang wid it 

I get to it y'all; 

I get the funds then I split wid it 

A natural born money maker nitty-grit wid it 

Ha? I get rich y'all 

Photos 

(Cee-Lo) 

Ha. boy I done bought D's wid dis 

Big bout-it Benz car keys wid dis 

Condos in the Cancun summer breeze wid dis 

And you know, doin good fo' sho' 

I'm gettin rich too hollerin out Calhoun know 

Nigga; nickeled and dimed and did dirt for dis 

Do a show and sweat up my good shirt for dis 

Snap back to toast I'll haveta hurt for dis 

So when I get me a lil' bit I'ma wear my shit 

and if I lose it, I ain't gon' cry about it 

I ain't no dummy god damnit I ain't about to die about it 

But fuck wid me though, I'll let a few fly about it 

Don't test me boy, because I about it! 

So I'm the major money maker, motherfuck these niggaz 

Keep yo' eyes on amounts, accounts and some bankers 

Get high, get fly, til you get it, gettin by 

Don't switch get krunk get drunk get rich 

(T-Mo) 

From the bottom to the top now it's hot; keepin it heated 

People about to see they chasin after cash in the ass 

Suckers crash on the blast from the past 

Goodie Mo.B. Backbone and OutKast, whatchu think this was, black? 

Take your sorry ass watch me blow, turnin my lyrics in the flow 

This is how it go, and it go, perfect picture paintin 

Million dollar hold in the Cascade, in the shade 

Well I'se gon' get paid to dis, and find a wife to dis 

I'm bout to cut, like a knife to dis 

and find dat, and find dat, top top, we get rich to dis, yeah! 

(Big Boi) 

The Goodie they call me, they wanted a player to bust to this 

I'm takin this thang, slow slow motion just can't rush with this 

We all in the family, what have we, I think we done found a freak hoe 

People all in my wallet hopin to frolic we gon' see hoe 

just hold up; you know my pockets swoll up 

I'ma let you suck my dick to meet your quota 

and you're fine, kinda shorter 

But I made this money before you got a Toyota and Explorer 

And when I'm off in the mall gettin fresh, I'm gon' ignore ya 

Look at the earrings, the gold chains, the diamonds around my neckpiece 

The leather suede snake Elizabeth all up on my left B 

Hoe look at all these emeralds and these rubies and my gold teeth 

Thinkin a nigga spiritual tryin to build but you don't know me 

See there's more than meets the ear so we can ball that's if we chose to 

Move back I'm droppin the top and yes it's mine and gul it's new too 

(Khujo) 

Sign yo' grill wid dis 

Canary yellow bowlin ball silk drawers wid dis 

Crushed velvet diamond cut, y'all get wreck wid dis 

(Gipp) 

Tonight, Gipp get woozy 

Might step outside and might catch me a floozie 

Some loozy double-stitched hoochie 

Y'all chase records while we chase coochie 

(Kuhjo) 

The realest Down South hot two, in your face like kabuki 

Get krunk, don't be no lame brain top bankhead 

Props, I'm prayin wid dis 

(Gipp) 

Boys on the ave, flood shots to dis 

Girls in the club flirt out to dis 

State your name baby and get rich to dis 

(to fade)