Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Robert Rans, Peter Brown, Deric Angelettie, Mason Betha, Ron Lawrence
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MaseDo You Wanna Get $ ? Lyrics:
f/ Puff Daddy
Verse One: Mase
Uh, uh, come on, uh
It be the same cats that wouldn't listen to my demo
Now want they ass in my limo cause now I'm a sex symbol
Intercontinental, L.A. airplay, just like Jay Leno
Now all the labels out wanna send a memo
To do a remix yo, but Mase say N.O.
Figure once I make it, they fake it
And ain't nobody show me love when I was naked
And when he threw my tape in the trash, I laughed
Now nigga tape won't blast, I laugh
Figure his days passed, make more cash
And I push everything from E to H-class
Four years ago couldn't go to a show
I was standin' on the corner sellin' dope for doe
Now no longer hope I'll blow, smoke my droll
On a yacht, nigga fuck a boat that roll
Chorus:
With all this money that we can make,
Why y'all cats wanna play' hate?
Do you wanna get money with us?
Do you wanna, do you wanna get money with us?
With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna play' hate?
Do you wanna get money with us?
Do you wanna, do you wanna get money with us?
Verse Two: Puff Daddy
Yo, the reality of it all, lay by, can't ball
If you had currency, you wouldn't be worryin' 'bout me
But see, I could go the whole summer, go Hummer
But I'd rather go Lex bubble, cause it's less trouble
Make my doe and I just stack, no investment
I live of just that
Money, holes and clothes is shit that I'm best at
But I'm a Bad Boy so you gotta expect that
Why do what most do? Do what you 'possed to
My hot jams yo, tell bi-coastal
If you want a hit you can let me coach you
Money bag on anything that got my vocals
This is so true, I do what pros do,
Cause broke ain't a stage that I'm tryin' to go to
Dealers give me credit any place I go to
Jump out in the Benz say 'that makes owe you'
Chorus
Verse Three: Mase
See, the moral of the story is
I'm not here to replace Notorious
I'm just a young cat tryin' to do his thing
Harlem World style, pursue my dream, cause see
The things that went 3 mil, I didn't even like that
You say you got mad hoes, well where's she tonight?
Mase be the cat that'll lead you to the light
Messin' with me shorty, you'll be a-ight
Stop listen' to all them cats on the block
That tellin' you that Mase don't rock
Cause Mase is hot and Mase got a drop
And a yacht and a big knot to move you and yo moms
Off the block
For real though, Mase got real doe
That be in briefcases cats cue fo'
And since you can't beat us, it's best you join us
Cause I know you wan' have just all that's on us
Chorus till end
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