ฟังเพลงGet That Money

Get That Money - Birdman

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

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

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

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'