Daddy Get That Cash Lyrics - Singles - Styles

[Lil' Mo] 

Styles P... 

It's Lil' Mo, holla at me 

Get that cash daddy 

[Styles] 

If it's you versus me - think about it 

They goin' yell my name when they announce the winner 

And I ain't bout to sell much 

I got my honeys on the plane but the birds flyin south for the winter 

Go get ya self familiated 

I'm so gangsta that, just know'n myself makes me affiliated 

What you think honey hold 'em hammers for? 

So she can spend 10 cent at Jill Sander store? 

We gon hit the day off, drive on Beverly Hills 

Though I love her, so I'm spendin like 70 bills 

I bringin what she be on went, keep ya payroll big 

Light a blunt, and just beg me to chill 

Ain't a player but my life is real all of the time 

So she went and copped a gun a little smaller than mine 

That's a down ass chick, and she keep it real 

So I'm a keep it real back all of the time 

[Chorus: Lil' Mo (Styles)] 

Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it) 

Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it) 

Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it) 

Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it) 

[Styles] 

Daddy go and get that cash 

Go and get the black suit, grab the burner plus get that match 

She said "Tell my where you goin" 

It's no doubt I'm comin in 

'Cause she could fit a little 9 or a 22 

Right inside her bra or Calvin Klein underwear 

Mami you could stay home and bag up the work 

I'm just goin out to play chrome or nag up a jerk 

If I kiss it then the heart'll melt 

Listen dogg, you don't understand the work 

That she carry in the garter belt 

No doubt I love her, I'ma tell you the truth 

But don't' get it fucked up, and get fucked up 

Only thing sweet about P is his tooth 

And she could sleep with another dude 

She gon tell me where the safe at 

The coke at, how to rob his mother too 

"Daddy go and get that cash"... 

That's what my honey holla'd out every time I hit that ass 

[Chorus] 

[Styles] 

Since you helped daddy get that cash 

Get the condom and the mink, and the ring and the gift wrapped Jag 

And you still got the bomb ass, I pay the phone and the rent 

But keep it real Boo, you pay the Conair 

If I get knoced, she in the BI room 

With some money on my books, give weed to a nigga 

Don't worry about shit, cause I be out soon 

No doubt that's my Booby-cat 

She drop my bricks off right on Broadway 

And she go and get a doobie wrapped 

Lookin at the God, like "We all a little" 

One pop for the pasta, one pop for the coke 

Holiday Styles, dick one shot for the door 

And it's sorta like we Bonnie and Clyde 

I load the ouie up, she gon roll the gouie up, then mami abide 

And she said "Daddy get that cash" 

She know I would but had no idea that I would skip that fast 

[Chorus]