Get That Money

(feat. Birdman)

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]

I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy

You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'

I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'

I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains

What is you holl'in' bitch I'm on some gangsta shit

She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich

You fuckin' wit' a winner but I come from a little

Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter

I leave the work wit' her yeah she my baby sitter

And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her

I'm just a money maaan so where the dollars at

??? beat that until them flowers black

She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit' that

Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack

And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit

Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches

[Chorus - Lil Wayne - 2X]

Now everybody that I know get that money baby

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby

You get that cooked or that blow you done called a baller

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie what'cha talkin'

[Verse 2 - Birdman]

So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch

Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip

Get'cha hustle up the money's what you make of it

These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery

So stop stuntin' homie false promotin'

It ain't about what'cha makin' it's about what ya totin'

Burn him up leave him naked bring him back to his wife

The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life

These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back

Bitch I got money in the walls for that

Young'n get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and

Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch

Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low

This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch

But shawty they ain't fuckin' wit' pops

Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap... yeah

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3 - Birdman]

Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard

Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge

Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B

Fuck how we used to be now we how we need to be

If they ain't wit' us they must be against us

We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless

If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance

We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin'

[Lil Wayne]

Money money money is my intuition

Money over bitches such an easy decision

Young Money money men monster militia

Hardbody these niggaz boxes of tissue

That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya

Them .380 snapshots now smile for the pictures

Weezy motherfuckin' Baby pay me

My 9-to-5 is overrated I'm on that grind hoe

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]