i get money 歌词谁知道这首歌的歌词告我一下

i get money 歌词谁知道这首歌的歌词告我一下
i get money 歌词
谁知道这首歌的歌词告我一下

i get money 歌词谁知道这首歌的歌词告我一下
I get money,I get money,I get I get I get money (50)
[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...

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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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