Birdman, Lil Wayne - Get That Money lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Birdman, Lil Wayne - Get That Money lyrics]
I know some niggas that'll merk
Ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggas just be lucky
That the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and
I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce
Behind them Phantom curtains
What is you holl'in' bitch I'm
On some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner I
Tell her make me rich
You fuckin' wit' a winner but
I come from a little
Ho but bet I can take that
Dirt and turn that shit glitter
I leave the work wit' her
Yeah she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin'
For realer I'mma kill her
I'm just a money maaan so
Where the dollars at
Sorry momma but it be that
Until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this I
Make her ride wit' that
Her pistol in the ceilin'
That's her survival pack
And do I love her nawww man
I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them
Hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow
You done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that
Dough homie what'cha talkin'
So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch
Strap her down wit' work and tell
Her don't trip take a trip
Get'cha hustle up the money's what
You make of it
These niggas want it cooked and I
Done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin' homie false promotin'
It ain't about what'cha makin' it's
About what ya totin'
Burn him up leave him naked bring
Him back to his wife
The bitch ain't even cry cause
He was livin' that life
These niggas think I'm slippin'
Cause I'm fallin' back
Bitch I got money in the walls for that
Young'n get it from the ground homie
Hold the hood down and
Don't make a sound if them
People swing around this bitch
Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's
Who ain't around this bitch
But shawty they ain't fuckin' wit' pops
Let them niggas chase that pussy we
Gon' follow that guap yeah
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggas ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we used to be now
We how we need to be
If they ain't wit' us they must be against us
We shoot 'em in the head cause
They act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' bread
Nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin'
Money money money is my intuition
Money over bitches such an easy decision
Young Money money men monster militia
Hardbody these niggas boxes of tissue
That nina will kiss ya that
Chopper will twist ya
Them 380 snapshots now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin' Baby pay me
My 9-to-5 is overrated I'm on that grind ho
Ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggas just be lucky
That the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and
I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce
Behind them Phantom curtains
What is you holl'in' bitch I'm
On some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner I
Tell her make me rich
You fuckin' wit' a winner but
I come from a little
Ho but bet I can take that
Dirt and turn that shit glitter
I leave the work wit' her
Yeah she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin'
For realer I'mma kill her
I'm just a money maaan so
Where the dollars at
Sorry momma but it be that
Until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this I
Make her ride wit' that
Her pistol in the ceilin'
That's her survival pack
And do I love her nawww man
I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them
Hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow
You done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that
Dough homie what'cha talkin'
So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch
Strap her down wit' work and tell
Her don't trip take a trip
Get'cha hustle up the money's what
You make of it
These niggas want it cooked and I
Done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin' homie false promotin'
It ain't about what'cha makin' it's
About what ya totin'
Burn him up leave him naked bring
Him back to his wife
The bitch ain't even cry cause
He was livin' that life
These niggas think I'm slippin'
Cause I'm fallin' back
Bitch I got money in the walls for that
Young'n get it from the ground homie
Hold the hood down and
Don't make a sound if them
People swing around this bitch
Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's
Who ain't around this bitch
But shawty they ain't fuckin' wit' pops
Let them niggas chase that pussy we
Gon' follow that guap yeah
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggas ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we used to be now
We how we need to be
If they ain't wit' us they must be against us
We shoot 'em in the head cause
They act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' bread
Nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin'
Money money money is my intuition
Money over bitches such an easy decision
Young Money money men monster militia
Hardbody these niggas boxes of tissue
That nina will kiss ya that
Chopper will twist ya
Them 380 snapshots now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin' Baby pay me
My 9-to-5 is overrated I'm on that grind ho