Eminem - I Get Money (Remix) lyrics
Eminem [Marshall Mathers] Detroit, Michigan. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Eminem - I Get Money Remix lyrics]
I get money i I get money
I I get I get i get I get (Ha ha)
I I get money money, I got (Yeah)
I I get money money, I got (Yeah)
I I get money money, I got (I get it)
Money Money, I got money money, I got
(I run this rap shit)
I I get money money, I got
(Now, guess who's back?)
I I get money money, I got
(You thought I left you)
I I get money money, I got
(Now, why would I do that?)
Money Money, I got money money, I got
(1, 2, 3! Ha)
They keep on sayin' the same
Rappers are the best jay-Z and Kanye West
Maybe they're just tryna distract you
From the fact that I'm comin' back
Or maybe it's 'cause I ain't black
Maybe it's because of that
Maybe it's 'cause I'm the highest
Sellin' artist in rap
While I'm sittin' back in my office
Jackin' off to my plaques
I'm still sick, how can I be sick this long
And I'm still alive? Magic Johnson of rhymes
I thrive on makin' my opponents
Think that I've died
That's when I just pop up outta nowhere
Oh yeah, there we go there
Man, I forgot how much money he got
On the beach of St tropez
But your man don't lay
In the sun 'cause I don't tan, I burn
Blood clot when you gonna learn how
Much money we've earned?
How does it feel to know I
Came in this game at twenty-five
And coulda retired at twenty-nine
In my twenties still?
And Fif' hit a lick on that Coca-Cola shit
He ain't even gotta look at coke
To even hold a brick
No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score!
To go from sellin' bags to
Bottles right out the store
And Shady hit the box office, man
He knocked the socks off us
My ex-wife is set for life
You profitless cocksuckers
So stay the fuck off us, we make pay
I'm just a super easy modest MC, okay?
'Til I hear the word "has-been"
That's when I start spazzin'
Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then
I am the best thing that
Ever happened to rap, bastards
I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanye's glasses
I I get I get i get I get (Ha ha)
I I get money money, I got (Yeah)
I I get money money, I got (Yeah)
I I get money money, I got (I get it)
Money Money, I got money money, I got
(I run this rap shit)
I I get money money, I got
(Now, guess who's back?)
I I get money money, I got
(You thought I left you)
I I get money money, I got
(Now, why would I do that?)
Money Money, I got money money, I got
(1, 2, 3! Ha)
They keep on sayin' the same
Rappers are the best jay-Z and Kanye West
Maybe they're just tryna distract you
From the fact that I'm comin' back
Or maybe it's 'cause I ain't black
Maybe it's because of that
Maybe it's 'cause I'm the highest
Sellin' artist in rap
While I'm sittin' back in my office
Jackin' off to my plaques
I'm still sick, how can I be sick this long
And I'm still alive? Magic Johnson of rhymes
I thrive on makin' my opponents
Think that I've died
That's when I just pop up outta nowhere
Oh yeah, there we go there
Man, I forgot how much money he got
On the beach of St tropez
But your man don't lay
In the sun 'cause I don't tan, I burn
Blood clot when you gonna learn how
Much money we've earned?
How does it feel to know I
Came in this game at twenty-five
And coulda retired at twenty-nine
In my twenties still?
And Fif' hit a lick on that Coca-Cola shit
He ain't even gotta look at coke
To even hold a brick
No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score!
To go from sellin' bags to
Bottles right out the store
And Shady hit the box office, man
He knocked the socks off us
My ex-wife is set for life
You profitless cocksuckers
So stay the fuck off us, we make pay
I'm just a super easy modest MC, okay?
'Til I hear the word "has-been"
That's when I start spazzin'
Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then
I am the best thing that
Ever happened to rap, bastards
I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanye's glasses