JAY-Z, R. Kelly, Twista - Mo' Money lyrics

That nigga let his fuckin flow go
Niggas tryin to switch up the flows on niggas
Hit niggas, slip niggas with a micky
Drop that joint
Yeah yeah (it's the remix y'all)
Like a muh'fucker (oh yeah) whassup my nigga
(and still hot up in that boy, ain't it man)
(Yo Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all)
C'mon

It's, the, remix
Trackmaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money

I, heard the ballers when I
Pulled up to the club
Cause I'm rollin up on fo' flickers
Peanut-butter interior, black body
And in case you didn't know, I be the Twista
Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggas lookin at
Me for the come up
Try to creep creep, I pull a gun up
I put a hole in the first nigga that run up
The ballers be Jay, R, and T
Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of me
Can't nobody spit it fast as me
Got an academy of haters comin after me
I know I got what you want
I know I got what you need
Come and mob to the top before you get, this
Money pull up on the block in
The alien gray Bentley full of sport modes
You never could hang with me
Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50
Gettin that money my nigga
Oh-five Chrysler, trees for the blunts
Three hoes in the back
Two fiends in the front
Twenty-two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk
Gettin that money my nigga
Makin dough off a style I be the best in
Glad to be down with these two livin legends
Now let me see which league I'ma invest in
Gettin that money my nigga
Rollin this cheer, put the niggas in fear
Makin bitches shed tears
Take a look at my career
Now the shit's swell when I get
Up to 70 in the Coupe
Peep the wing when I hop out
The tail - tell 'em Kel

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we
Gettin that money my nigga
We rollin 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin
That money my nigga

Pull up to the club, chicks in the back
Some smokin on weed, some sippin co-gnac
Into the club, whole crew to the back
Super the stars make it sharp as a tack
Gotta have my forty-five inch in it
In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes
Game over and I'm still not finished
I play haters like V play tennis
Livin like a motherfuckin Richie Rich nigga
Got a butler for my Maybach nigga
White linen, smokin ci-gar
Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger
Feelin on your booty
Tryin to get one of these nice ladies
To come up to my room and do, me
Have her man like who's, he
Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a nurse
And I'ma be a pimp 'til
I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes showbiz is the worst
I'm blessed with The Gift & The Curse, whoa
Shoot ball, now I'm off to the spa
Fresh and clean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date with a superstar
We take lunch, now twelve o'clock
Hit the mall bout two o'clock
In the movies bout five o'clock
Seven o'clock 'til nine o'clock
We in my crib, my bed, goin non-stop
This for my project niggas
Widebody Mo' sippers
Pimps hustlers herb flippers, get, this
Money

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we
Gettin that money my nigga
We rollin 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin
That money my nigga

Gettin this money switchin my
Whips and my kicks
Like I'm just addicted to difference
You pick what you want from me
To be a, lame with visions of riches
Enter my brain
Like I picture myself in deep dishes
Just switchin lanes it's just insane
Is it? I'm from the district where niggas
Either in prison or pay visit's like in laws
So we fend for ourself
And the wealth is in raw
We can't help but been lost
What else gon' make that engine roar?
Lay back in 745, big boy cars
That's all we drive
Into the club we get all the eyes
When you gettin that money MY NIGGA!

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we
Gettin that money my nigga
We rollin 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin
That money my nigga
Trackmaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money