Jay‐Z & R. Kelly Get This Money Lyrics

Yeah yeah
Damn it's hot
Like a muh'****er
Yo Jigga
Whassup my *****?
Pop that water
Fo'schizzle!
Yeah
Get'cha mind right, see'mon

Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my *****
(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)
You better call the muh'****in cops
This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go

Keys to the Bentley, off to the club
Switchin lanes like what the..
Chick on the cell want to get with a bruh
But why'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]
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

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!)
See why'all *****z know why'all need to grow up
Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)

Busters want to hoop with me
Want to run our ways, doin R&B
I'll, creep creep, blink blink
Cross your *** 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]

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. ***** beez like that
When you gettin that money my ***** (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 ***** 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 *****, yell

[Chorus]

Gettin that money my *****
Ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I gotta laugh at this **** (get.. this.. money)

Gettin this money my *****
Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh
Oh it's too late to get scared *****z (get.. this.. mo-ney)
It's way too late now..

Gettin this money my ***** (get.. this.. mo-ney)

[Chorus]

Gettin that money my *****

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