Get That Money Lyrics - Lil Wayne

I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy 

You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin' 

I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin' 

I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them phantom curtains 

What is you hollin' bitch, I'm on some gangsta shit 

She wanna make me dinner, I tell her make me rich 

You fuckin' with a winner but I come from a little 

Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit to glitter 

I leave the work with her, yeah, she my baby sitter 

And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her 

I'm just a money man so where the dollars at 

beat that until them flowers black 

She wanna ride on this I make her ride with that 

Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack 

And do I love her naw, man I just love her spirit 

Blind, deaf or crazy it's money over bitches 

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Now everybody that I know get that money baby 

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby 

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller 

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'? 

Now everybody that I know get that money baby 

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby 

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller 

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'? 

So getcha game up, take a bitch, break a bitch 

Strap her down with work and tell her don't trip, take a trip 

Getcha hustle up, the money's what you make of it 

These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery 

So stop stuntin' homie, false promotin' 

It ain't about whatcha makin', it's about what ya totin' 

Burn him up and leave him naked, bring him back to his wife 

The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life 

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These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back 

Bitch I got money in the walls for that 

Youngin' get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and 

Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch 

Do ya thang, whoa hustle try to stay low 

This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch 

But shawty they ain't fuckin' with pops 

Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap, yeah 

Now everybody that I know get that money baby 

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby 

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller 

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'? 

Now everybody that I know get that money baby 

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby 

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller 

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'? 

Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard 

Money talkin', turn a key into a crack charge 

Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B 

Fuck how we used to be, now we how we need to be 

If they ain't with us they must be against us 

We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless 

If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance 

We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin', okay 

OK, money, money, money is my intuition 

Money over bitches such an easy decision 

Young money, money men monster militia 

Hard body, these niggaz boxes of tissue 

That Nina will kiss ya, that chopper will twist ya 

Them 380 snapshots, now smile for the pictures 

Weezy motherfuckin' baby pay me 

My nine to five is overrated, I'm on that grind hoe 

Now everybody that I know get that money baby 

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby 

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller 

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'? 

Now everybody that I know get that money baby 

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby 

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller 

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?