Get This Money Lyrics - The Best Of Both Worlds (r. Kelly & Jay-z) - R. Kelly

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 

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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 

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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)