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Jay Z - Get this money
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[J] Yeah yeah
[R] Damn it´s hot
[J] Like a muh´fucker
[R] Yo Jigga
[J] Whassup my nigga?
[R] Pop that water
[J] Fo´schizzle!
[both laughing]
[R] Yeah
[J] Get´cha mind right, c´mon

[Jay-Z]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga
(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)
You better call the muh´fuckin cops
This is a crime, uh-uh, let´s go

[R. Kelly (Jay-Z)]
Keys to the Bentley, off to the club
Switchin lanes like what the..
Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh
But y´all know I don´t love no.. (never love her)
She, say, she, slick
I´m, like, baby, please
She, say she´s got a man
but what´s that got to do with me? (f´real)
Some chicks like low-key
Wrists of, zero degrees
I´m, toxic off the Belve´
Two strippers, in my hotel suite
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Look out now, here I come-ah
For you haters, keepin up trauma
Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
You got what I want; I got what you need
Let´s put it together; get, this, mo-ney
You got what I want; I got what you need
Let´s put it together; get, this, mo-ney

[R. Kelly (Jay-Z)]
Ace hit the club ´bout five o´clock (woo!)
Hungry ´bout to hit the IHOP (let´s go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o´clock (p-YOON)
Cause I´m a baller, thought I told ya
Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)
See y´all niggaz know y´all need to grow up
Your album ain´t out, cause I´m the hold up (ha)
Busters wanna hoop with me
Wanna run our ways, doin R&B
I´ll, creep creep, blink blink
Cross your ass over, take it from me
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Look out now, here I come-ah
Golddiggers, this you gets none of
Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z (R. Kelly)]
Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz
White tank top, cran-apple trim
Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems
Dice hands ´side both of them
Two rolls and I leave with a stack
Off to the club, G´s in in the back
V.I.P. nigga beez like that
When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)
I spit this for my riders
Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers
We can´t let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)
Young H-O-V-A
And the boy R. Kel´, you know how we play
For that fetti, mayne, we´ll let the lead rang
You young boyz ain´t ready
You don´t know NANN a nigga to NEAR Jigga
to NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel´
Yeah it´s money, recognize the smell
And we up out this bitch, yell

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z (R. Kelly)]
Gettin that money my nigga
Ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I gotta laugh at this shit (get.. this.. money)
Gettin this money my nigga
Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh
Oh it´s too late to get scared niggaz (get.. this.. mo-ney)
It´s way too late now..
.. gettin this money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)

[Chorus Jay-Z ad libs]

[J] Gettin that money my nigga