i get money 歌词
I Got Money \u6b4c\u8bcd\u6b4c\u66f2\u540d:I Got Money
\u6b4c\u624b:Young Jeezy
\u4e13\u8f91:The Inspiration
I Got Money Now
Yeah
When I was a young buck
I tried to be liked by
Everyone
Everyone
I tried so hard to be funny and nice
I tried so hard to be sugar and spice
Didn't work for me
Got old quickly
But now I'm not losing sleep at night
No one's calling me on the telephone
To see if I'm at home
Cause now I've got everything
that I have ever wanted or so it seems
Yeah so it seems yeah
You don't
Have to
Like me
Anymore
I've got money now
I don't care
What you say
About me
Anymore
I've got money now
When I got a little older
I realized
It's all lies
There is no prize
There is no prize
There is no heartache if you can afford
Everything delivered right to your door
Responsibilities
This life is easy
So now girl with everything
How could she complain
Cause she's got it made
Yeah she's got it made
I don't need to be tucked in at night
Told that everything is gonna be alright
Is gonna be alright
Cause I don't have to fight
You don't
Have to
Like me
Anymore
I've got money now
I don't care
What you say
About me
Anymore
I've got money now
I wouldn't trade a dollar for some sense
I wouldn't trade a lifetime for some friends
I've got everything
And all is what it seems
I worked so hard all of my life
Just to have things I could call mine
I don't need no love
Cause I have got enough
So now I don't mind being alone all the time
It's alright
I've got money now
That's what it's all about
And I'm so busy buying things and traveling the world
I don't have time for friends
Or family
And that's fine with me
So it seems
You don't
Have to
Like me
Anymore
I've got money now
I don't care
What you say
About me
Anymore
I've got money now
You don't
Have to
Like me
Anymore
I've got money now
I don't care
What you say
About me
Anymore
Cause I've got money now
http://music.baidu.com/song/8521505
\u6b4c\u66f2\u540d:Get Money
\u6b4c\u624b:Junior M.A.F.I.A.
\u4e13\u8f91:Conspiracy
Ace Hood Ft. Rick Ross - Get Money
Ace Hood, Rosay
We the fucking best, maybach
It's so incredible
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga
I'm like fresh outfit, blunts they lit
And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a shit
Yeah I gave you a classic in my day view
Cashflow for the hoes I bought (straight to)
You wanna ride you can't be actin like dre foo'
N.W.A. I bet you ace played you
Hollywood hollywood I see the big lights
And I'm with my big homie ricky nigga yeah right
Every minute that my heart pump blood
Fuck what you heard momma raised a fuckin thug
Money on my mind imagine what's up in the trunk
And it get me to the life of funk driver store's thug
On the other ridges feelin like a billionaire
A got a couple mill a couple more an I'm really there
Haters talk around me fuck em like I really care
When we handle our business sorry they were never there
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga
Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up
Hundred on the chain bitch I think I'm king tuck
A nigga young and rich who feel like can't be touched
Fourty stacks for the chase no I can't see much
Unless you get the dollars still talkin cashflow
Thousand dollar bill president fidel castro
Nigga with a attitude .50 and a mac-10
Ross cool as ice cube dicky and the black chef
I'm in a heli-chopper starin at the boat docks
Good weather good weather means more flux
Look in my eyes you can tell I'm seeing so clear
I get them bitches a prison an feeling no fear
More money means more louis carry-on
When I touch your city you should see how hoes carrillo
Bitch what's my name ace fuckin hood ain't a damn thang change us
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga
Shit shit, and I'm a gettin money ass nigga
Fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it
White squares that's equivalence of mo dough
I hear my nigga ricky selling on my promo
I make it rain hoe better wear your poncho
To seek me on my TMO I get you mo slow
The good life beats side of my condo
You know the name ask jermaine on cut thoug
Wooh, you talkin funny would you fucking with the franchise
I decide how much you form the shit we let ride
I gave niggas your first startup
Showed you how to dress made the hood be a part of
Maybe I should have kept my thought off
It's all good neather he'd hit the guard off
Now you shit nigga garbage you's a rat never build for this mob shit
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga
http://music.baidu.com/song/7896930
[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money is got, money is got (I run New York!)
[Verse 1]
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
But Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the f**k?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the f**k cares?
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah I smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play the block
Now I play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? I'm already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head in a hat
Call that a riddle rap
Shit, f**k the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
The barber, i cut ya head
The marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not f**k with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dig!
[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money is got, money is got (I run New York!)
[Verse 2]
You can call this my new shit
But it aint new though
I got rid of my old bitch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, I'm sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
They call me the cake man
The strawberry shake man
I spray the AR
Make your whole click breakdance
Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mach 10,
"who wan get it crackin?!"
I was young, i couldnt do good
Now i cant do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
I come up out the jeweler, they callin me Rocky
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrists and my left hand
Bling like BLAOW
You like my style
Ha ha im headin to the bank right now
[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money is got, money is got (I run New York!)
Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a teflon Don, boy i run New York
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Cork
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money is got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
Im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
Im on my grind,
Money I got, money is got
Like all the time,
I get money, money is got
Tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
Ill cock my 9
Dont get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.
get money
歌手：junior m a f i a 专辑：conspiracy
[Notorious B.I.G.]
You wanna sit more on my livin' room floor
Play Nintendo with Cease and Eno
Pick up my phone, say "Poppa not home."
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Spin my beads, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on titty say you're B.I.G., now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby, dontcha?
You wanna gimme what I need baby
Wontcha, picture life as my wife, just think
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say youse the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you was spread like mustard
Shit got hot, you sent feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got
Another intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her
Damn! Why she wanna stick me for my paper?
My Moschino ho, my Versace hottie
Come to find out, you was fuckin' every-body
Junior M.a.f.i.a.
You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
Woe always me, that's what I get for trickin'
Came out on bail, commenced to ass-kickin'
Lick in the door, wavin' the .44
All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit no more!"
Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial
Fuck around and made her milk box material
You feel me, suckin' dick, runnin' your lips
Cuz of you, I pull some real fuck a bitch shit
Chorus:
Come bitches, get money
Punk niggaz, get money
[Little Kim]
Niggaz, better grab a seat
grab on your dick as this bitch dig deep
Deeper than a pussy of a bitch six feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work out of town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard bound, niggaz pressed to hit it
Rather do the killin' and the stick-up (?)
Rather count a million while you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit, get my feelin's in it
Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat and
You wanna be my main squeeze, nigga, dontcha?
You wanna lick between my knees, nigga
Dontcha wanna see me whippin' your three down the Ave.
Blow up spots or bitches because I'm mad
Break up affairs like shots in the air
You get vexed and start swingin' everywhere
Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out your nine while I cock on mine
Now what nigga? I ain't got time for this.
So what nigga? I'm not tryin' to hear that shit
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Ada Venadini and Chanel 9 boots
Things that make up for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards saying I apologize
Is you wit' me? How could you ever deceive me?
Payback's a bitch, mothafucka, believe me
Naah, I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo flow
Just a little somethin' to let you mothafuckas know
Chorus:
Come bitches, get money
Punk niggaz, get money
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