Текст песни Get This Money

[R] Damn it's hot

[J] Like a muh'fucker

[R] Yo Jigga

[J] Whassup my nigga?

[R] Pop that water

[J] Fo'schizzle!

[both laughing]

[R] Yeah

[J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon

[Jay-Z]

Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh

Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga

(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)

You better call the muh'fuckin cops

This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go

[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]

Keys to the Bentley, off to the club

Switchin lanes like what the..

Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh

But y'all know I don't love no.. (never love her)

She, say, she, slick

I'm, like, baby, please

She, say she's got a man

but what's that got to do with me? (f'real)

Some chicks like low-key

Wrists of, zero degrees

I'm, toxic off the Belve'

Two strippers, in my hotel suite

Fee fie and, foe fum-ah

Look out now, here I come-ah

For you haters, keepin up trauma

Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[Chorus: R. Kelly]

You got what I want; I got what you need

Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney

You got what I want; I got what you need

Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney

[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]

Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock (woo!)

Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)

After that, menage-a-trois

And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)

Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya

Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)

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Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)

Busters wanna hoop with me

Wanna run our ways, doin R&B

I'll, creep creep, blink blink

Cross your ass over, take it from me

Fee fie and, foe fum-ah

Look out now, here I come-ah

Golddiggers, this you gets none of

Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]

Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz

White tank top, cran-apple trim

Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems

Dice hands 'side both of them

Two rolls and I leave with a stack

Off to the club, G's in in the back

V.I.P. nigga beez like that

When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)

I spit this for my riders

Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers

We can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)

Young H-O-V-A

And the boy R. Kel', you know how we play

For that fetti, mayne, we'll let the lead rang

You young boyz ain't ready

You don't know NANN a nigga to NEAR Jigga

to NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel'

Yeah it's money, recognize the smell

And we up out this bitch, yell

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]

Gettin that money my nigga

Ha ha, ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

I gotta laugh at this shit (get.. this.. money)

Gettin this money my nigga

Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh

Oh it's too late to get scared niggaz (get.. this.. mo-ney)

It's way too late now..

.. gettin this money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)

[Chorus + Jay-Z ad libs]

[J] Gettin that money my nigga

R. Kelly Get This Money