Rasheeda, Jeezy - Get This Money lyrics

Where my real bytch? Holdin it
Down like a rider should?
You fuk with my nigga boy I wish you would!
These nigga poppin watch how
Quick that ass dissapear
Send your baby mamma your shirt
For a souvenir
Yeahhh cause my nicca means everything
Got his name tatted on my body and everything
Keep a bytch grippin woodgrain
5 double O sittin on dеm white thangs
Not to mention all the blang
In my watch and rangs
And thе fifth that daddy dropped
On my watch and chains
This nicca love me cause he know
I do the damn thang and I'm a ride of ya
Put that shyt on errythang

We got stacks on deck
Couple chickens in the coupe
Bad red bone thang black rims on the coupe
Yeahhhhhhhhhhh she straight love a nicca
All she do is bragg
When we got I keep my strap in a leather bag
Shorty wanna ride with me ayyyyeeee
And we can get money
And when we get done with that
We can get mo money
Confession like Usher, boy I got it bad
Every other day I gotta buy
Ma baby girl a bag
All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
And a couple million dollars ladies
If you feel me holla
I said ladies if you feel me holla
Yeahhhhhhhhhhh

I got my mind on my money, hard on my girl
You know baby girl she ma world
And she will never tell up that on my momma
She say she loves me and
That's death before Dishonor!
And that's the only way we know how to rock
Go head baby show em the rock
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I love ma nicca tell the day I die
No matter what I'm a be right by your side
I neva snitch I take it to ma grave
Long as you got my back
I'm down for anything
If you ain't got a real
Nicca then you can't relate
Ma baby told met hat these
Jealous hoes love ta hate