Yea, yea.. uh-uh! Mm-mmm! Get money, get money! (Get, get money, get money) (Get, get money, get money) Uh-uh! (Get) GET MONEY, GET MONEY (get that money) (Get) GET MONEY, GET MONEY Yeah, GET MONEY, GET MONEY .. "Listen to the first verse"
"Watch out now!"
[Psycho Les] Aiyyo my song's on, I gotta get my grub on some to-to (I love dough-oh) Order three buckets of Mo'-Mo' We gettin more dough, off the books (you gettin gelly) Pullin more hoes off the looks (you gettin gelly) You wan' hate me? Cause your wifey, wants a autograph? From the look in her eyes, I can see she wants more than that When I see fat asses I make fat passes like quarterback Beatnuts is ALLA THAT, your shit, ALL THE WACK Open can-dela, if you foolin wit mah cheddah Hardrock, ever since, junior high suela Fly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get up I'm fed up, niggaz wanna bring it -- WHATEVER! I'ma storm your pa-rade (pa-rade) blow your legs off With a gre-nade, now you flappin, like a mermaid Yappin off, bitch you cough at the lips While I'm at the bar, baggin, the bartender tips Then I bag this chick, with a, "Hi," and the eye She did the butterfly, rubbin her ass, against my buttonfly I could ALREADY imagine my shit stuck inside Everytime I strike, haters be like, "Dat fucking guy!"
Chorus: Beatnuts + Yellaklaw
How's that yo? It's hard for you to swallow It don't take much for us to let the metal holla Lead's bustin out of a old black Impala Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla Big Ju, dime lo conllo, how we do?, how we do? (How we do) (How the girl don't only love me, they love you!) Whatchu gonna do? (What, what, what?) Nigga whatchu gonna do? (What, yo)
[JuJu] Here's to my pollyin niggaz who campaign To the killers who be lovin the chicas and champagne Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains Players who be pimpin the hoes with no brains Front watch a nigga get shot from close range The most range, crazy motherfucker won't change Beatnuts, forever diehard, you want pain? Cause you walkin outta here breathin is insane Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass I ain't even know they made a Roley for your cheap ass
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