Get The Money

[Hi-C]

Ey yo Quik (What's up dogg?)

I was hollerin' at LL, right? (Uh-huh)

And he said uh... "Yo god, man you gotta give me some heat"

(That's right, what you say?)

I said "Yo L, c'mon man, you know how we do"

We do what we do... check this out -

Money-money make the world go 'round

And homie if you got it you can damn sure clown

Flyin' in and out of town, party over here

Look at you tryin' to be Baller of the Year

Now what you hear is not a test

Comin' from the kingpins of the Wild Wild West

Grab your nine milla' and your bulletproof vest

A ticket to Atlanta with a gang of sex

Yes, it's 'bout time I get mine

Big pimpin' goin' on and you a step behind

Nigga get off ya ass (When there's money to be made)

Stop livin' with your moms ('Cause there's bills to be paid)

You treat her like a maid, she cook and clean

While yo' ass on the couch watchin' her big screen

Since the age of 19 I was on my own

In the zone, out there straight gettin' it on

When you're broke you're alone

And I love humpin' me them big booty hoes

steady tryin' to hump me... the more money, more freaks

So you better get payed this week

[Chorus: El DeBarge]

Money, yeah

I gots to get it y'all...

Ooh ooh ooh ooh, money...

I gots to have it y'all...

[DJ Quik]

It's a rich mans world nigga

And it's gon' take about a billion to get like I wanna be chillin'

The feelin' is mutual for niggaz that wanna grind too

Let DJ Quik and my nigga Crawford remind you dude

You needs to get out on the frontline, on the grind

While you lay up on yo' ass and dream of dollar signs

Nigga don't you know that money keeps the sex steamin'?

So don't be jealous when you see my Lex' gleamin'

We talkin' millions, that's what we wanna holla

You talkin' G, all section 8 and three-hundred dollars?

Nigga what you thinkin'?... fool what you drankin'?

Hmm, that's probably the reason your couches is stankin'

(Now it would be easier to get up on the county

and lay up on yo' ass while you makin' free money

Finna get my hustle on, payin' all the taxes

that go back to niggaz like you on the county)

Say it if you feel it, money may be root of the evil

But the chips will have you jumpin' shit like Robbie Knievel

Fuck thinkin' money buys you happiness, that's just bad

But I'd rather be rich and sad, nigga

[Chorus: El DeBarge]

Money, yeah yeah

Gots to get it y'all...

Money, yeah yeah

Got to have it y'all

Talkin' about, talkin' about money...

[Hi-C]

You the type to borrow money but you don't pay back

You don't look out for your homies when they pockets are flat

Your mamma workin' hard, steady breakin' her back

While you steady seekin' money in that raggedy 'Llac

God bless the child who got his own

So God blessed your boy with this microphone

Stand strong in the zone, get your hustle on

Whether it's ballin', babysittin', or slangin' this bone

[DJ Quik]

A big baller roll call, baby we all here

We drink up more money a night than y'all see all year

And that half-breed you stressin' dude she call here

And we ain't gotta push her down, she fall here

Spendin' everything left of the decimal point

Take a hit and I'm passin' on the rest of my joint

So bring a big check or I'm bringin' the drama

With a zero - zero - zero - comma

Where my -

[Chorus: El DeBarge]

Money, yeah yeah

Gots to get it y'all...

Money, yeah

Got to have it y'all

Talkin' about, talkin' about money, yeah

Talkin' about money... yeah

Money, yeah... money... yeah

Money, yeah... talkin' about money

Yeaaaah... money, yeah, talkin' about money

You know I got to have it

Money...