Get That Money
(Indisponível)
-Bizzy Bone-(Mike Watts)-Intro
Na na....(Boss Records. You better watch out.)
-Bizzy Bone with people-Chorus-
(Betta get cho dolluhz)/ Gotta get them dolluhz, gotta get that chedda (Chedda)/ Gotta get that money (Money...)/ Gotta that dough, yo!
-Mike Watts-
(Uh) Where my niggas at? Fly bitches and my pagers at, prisoners where you biddin at?/ Playboy, I'm just a mack/ Peep game analyze what a thorough nigga did for cash/ Told yall how to pay the crib and stack/ Show'd ya how to roll four, five, six in trench, get rich and crack/ Now you wanna do a cinthy act?/ Young boy, till you see me throw the clip in gat/ Then a nigga wanna sit and chat, no dyin/ Nigga Mike so nice, I could sell weed at a coke price/ Take a nigga hoe twice/ Spit flames from a burna, still comin wit mo ice/ No love, cold thug, thirty eight snug/ You'da let you take thug/ Tell his man "Get the cake up" or getta fuckin hole in his head, he'd be dead when he wake up/ To tote rock and Jacobs, put a bitch on the block high heels and some make-up/ Cat Z watch me get my cheese, collect g's in the mornin when I wake up/ Girl, ya S-E-X-Y, so holla at the nigga Mike W-A double T-S/ I...
-Chorus-
-Jiz Nickelz-
They call me "Mr. J-I-Z N-I-C-K-L the E to the Z"/ 3 style when you see me, poppin shots at the paparazzi, live on the TV/ On a blocks when you see me, D-Block be high swing high in the cheat sheet/ Detox for the linkey/ That sherm that fried that PCPz/ Then my nigga Mike set me free, little refugee 5'8" wit a tech to squeeze, gonna rot in hell with no burnt to sell/ Steady bombin on the rest of these/ Now I'm brushin my shoulders off, so fresh so clean when I'm closin the Lotus' doors/ I'ma souljah dog, with a gat so mean it'd take a nigga shoulder off, I'm rotten/ Doin ninety, on the magnum kiten side arm, I'm firin/ Fuck a pig and a siren/ When I'm poppin an eyen, coppers are dyin/ We gettin bitches, my nigga we gettin chedda we pimpin, and hustlin, bustin them mothafucka Berettas in (In...)
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Better get cho paper paper/ We callin police "Haters"/ Bizzy Bone, I'm fresh up out of the county, watch records/ Dem playaz, keep callin me "Mr. Mansion"/ Slide the money, get a villa down in Hampton/ Rock the riverboat, shake em up gamblin/ Seven Eleven, get a bottle when I'm laughin/ Yall don't really wanna see me in a tantrum cause (?) little B is related to the phantom / O shit, I think I scored!/ Touch down, yall needa be dancin/ Ride the rhythm with a nigga from the murderous streets uh with a heat, get popped in the kitchen/ Plenty ammunition, to keep in the cockpit/ Gonna bust on through your cartilage/ Got ribbons, touched cause I'm livin/ Eminem is the best, is you kiddin? You gotta be cause ain't nobody hot as me/ Specially when I get other niggas startin rappin kinda differently/ Back to the money in the ghetto with the dummies/ And I'm smokin lovely...better watch yo back/ Cause these jackets just might try to touch me
-Chorus-
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