Get That Money Songtext

(feat. Birdman)

[Verse 1 — 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 holl’in’ bitch I’m on some gangsta shit 

She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich 

You fuckin’ wit’ a winner but I come from a little 

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

I leave the work wit’ her yeah she my baby sitter 

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

I’m just a money maaan so where the dollars at 

??? beat that until them flowers black 

She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit’ that 

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

And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit 

Blind deaf or crazy it’s money over bitches

[Chorus — Lil Wayne — 2X] 

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 done called a baller 

If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout that dough homie what’cha talkin’

[Verse 2 — Birdman] 

So get’cha game up take a bitch break a bitch 

Strap her down wit’ work and tell her don’t trip take a trip 

Get’cha 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 what’cha makin’ it’s about what ya totin’ 

Burn him up 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 

Young’n 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’ wit’ pops 

Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon’ follow that guap… yeah 

[Chorus — Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3 — Birdman] 

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 wit’ 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’

[Lil Wayne] 

Money money money is my intuition 

Money over bitches such an easy decision 

Young Money money men monster militia 

Hardbody 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 9-to-5 is overrated I’m on that grind hoe

[Chorus — Lil Wayne]

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