Got Em

[Chorus (J-Dawg)]

(GODD EM! ) As I walk up in da club

(GODD EM! ) When I step in de spot

(GODD EM! ) Den I spit my game and I pop my colla

Cuz I´m throwin dem dollas

[Chorus (K-Man)]

(GODD EM! ) As I walk up in da club

(GODD EM! ) When I step in the spot

(GODD EM! ) Then I spit my game and I pop my colla

While I´m throwin dem dollas

[Verse 1 (J-Dawg)]

Check out my swagger; GOT EM

Top down now him's a bottom

Ed Hardy, True Religion and Prada

Dese little rappas fresh fi da slaughta

I own dese rappas, dey my property

New money everyday like the lottery

I´m prepared; I´m on the ball like a soccer cleat

Everyone is after one thing like a hockey team

You know I got it, I got it like it´s money (I got it)

You know I´m hot, I´m hot like it´s sunny (Nuh I´m hawt)

Dem rappas dey soft, soft like rugby

But me got dem big stacks like rummy

I´m on a roll like butta and I got bread

Ya know I´m crazy, I´m mad like a hothead

So tight dat if you mess, I cut ya circulation

Pockets keep getting bigger like him inflation

I´m all over da like like a zamboni

But **** if ya try to say I am phony

I got de bread, I got de cheddar, got da ham on me

Nothin keeps me from flowin like a dam homey (irie! )

I got em wit da clothes, I got em wit da kicks

I got em wit da dough, I got em wit da whip (dat's right cuyah! )

I got em wit da threads, I got em wit da Jays

I got em wit da bread, I got am all day

[Chorus (J-Dawg/K-Man)]

[Verse 2 (K-Man)]

I pull up to da club wit a chain at my knees

It´s so bright it sting your eyes like bees

Dancin on tha flo wit a girl in front

Joke House Clique, the one that does the stunt

To da rap game I´m committed like a crime

Forget about the time, I gotta do da rhyme

In the middle of da night I knew that I was tight

I don´t care if it´s late, as long as I can write

Nothin like some crap, I got the club packed

I don´t care if it´s late, as long as I can rap

My advice is no one needs a nap

Stick to rap like a lot of sap

[Verse 3 (P Money)]

My name is P Money; I´m here to say

I´m a big bad gangsta from da USA

I get more cars that you could collect

I get away in time so nobody don´t suspect

I´m all about my bread, my dough and flour

I get the money so that means I got the power

I need a basement for my chain cuz it hang so low

Betta get ready cuz I´m bout to do a show

But don´t mess wit me, I´m a hardcore thug

Money runnin like water, don´t pull the plug

My rims are like stars, shinin in the night

Everytime I got to the club, I gotta start a fight

That´s meeee

[Chorus(J-Dawg/K-Man)]