Styles P, Lil’ Mo - Daddy Get That Cash lyrics

[Styles P, Lil’ Mo - Daddy Get That Cash lyrics]

Styles P it's Lil' Mo, holla at me
Get that cash daddy

If it's you versus me - think about it
They gon yell my name when
They announce the winner
And I ain't bout to sell much
I got my honeys on the plane but
The birds flyin south for the winter
Go get ya self familiated
I'm so gangsta that
Just know'n myself makes me affiliated
What chu think honey hold 'em hammers for?
So she can spend 10 cent
At Jill Sander store?
We gon hit Rodeo Drive on Beverly Hills
Though I love her
So I'm spendin like 70 bills
Every week she bring the llello in
Keep ya payroll big
Light a blunt, and just beg me to chill


Ain't a player but my life is
Real all of the time
So she went and copped a gun
A little smaller than mine
That's a down ass chick, and she keep it real
So I'mma keep it real back all of the time

Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)

Daddy go and get that cash
Go and get the black suit
Grab the burner plus get that match
She said "Tell my where you goin"
It's no doubt I'm comin in
Cause she could fit a little 9 or a 22
Right inside her bra or
Calvin Klein underwear
Mami you could stay home and bag up the work
I'm just goin out to play chrome
Or nag up a jerk
If I kiss her then her heart'll melt
Listen dogg, you don't understand the work
That she carry in the garder belt
No doubt I love her, I'mma tell you the truth
But don't' get it fucked up
And get bucked up
Only thing sweet about P is his tooth
And she could sleep with another dude
She gon tell me where the
Safe at, the coke at
How to rob his mother too
"Daddy go and get that cash"
That's what my honey holla'd out every
Time I hit that ass

Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)

Since you helped daddy get that cash
You get the condo and the mink
And the ring and the gift wrapped Jag
And you still got the bomb head
I pay the phone and the rent
But keep it real Boo, you pay the Con-ed
If I get knocked, she in the VI room
With some money on my books
Give weed to a nigga
Don't worry about shit, cause I be out soon
No doubt that's my booby-cat
She drop my bricks off right on Broadway
And she go and get a doobie wrap
Lookin at the god like we oughta elope
One pop for the pasta, one pot for the coke
Holiday Styles, dick one shot for the dough
And it's sorta like we Bonnie and Clyde
I load the ouie up, she
Gon roll the gouie up, then mami abide
And she said "Daddy get that cash"
She know I would but had no idea
That I would skip that fast

Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)

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