That nigga let his fuck flow go
Niggaz tryin' to switch up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a micky
Drop that joint
Yeah, yeah, it's the remix, y'all
Like a muh'fucker, yeah
Wassup my nigga? An' still hot up in that boy, ain't it man?
Yo, Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all, yeah, c'mon
It's the remix
Track Master remix, y'all, Kels an' Jigga
Big chips with Twista, y'all, get this money
I heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club
'Cause I'm rollin' up on fo' flickers
Peanut butter interior, black body
An' in case you didn't know, I be the Twista
Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggaz lookin' at me for the come up
Try to creep, creep, I pull a gun up
I put a hole in the first nigga that run up
The ballers be Jay, R an' T
Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of me
Can't nobody spit it fast as me
Got an academy of haters comin' after me
I know I got what you want
I know I got what you need
Come an' mob to the top
Before you get this money
Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley
Full of sport modes, you never could hang with me
Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50
Getting' that money, my nigga
Oh five Chrysler, trees for the blunts
Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
Twenty-two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk
Gettin' that money, my nigga
Makin' dough off a style I be the best in
Glad to be down with these two livin' legends
Now let me see which league I'ma invest in
Gettin' that money, my nigga
Rollin' this cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, take a look at my career
Now the shit's swell when I get up to 70 in the Coupe
Peep the wing when I hope out the tail, tell 'em Kel
We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money, my nigga
Pull up to the club, chicks in the back
Some smokin' on weed, some sippin' Cognac
Into the club, whole crew to the back
Super the stars make it sharp as a tack
Gotta have my forty-five inch in it
In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes
Game over an' I'm still not finished
I play haters like V play tennis
Livin' like a motherfuckin' Richie Rich nigga
Got a butler for my Maybach, nigga
White linen, smokin' cigar
Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger
Feelin' on your booty
Tryin' to get one of these nice ladies
To come up to my room an' do me
Have her man like, “Who's he?”
Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a nurse
An' I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes showbiz is the worst
I'm blessed with 'The Gift & The Curse'
Shoot ball, now I'm off to the spa
Fresh an' clean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date with a superstar
We take lunch, now twelve o'clock
Hit the mall 'bout two o'clock
In the movies 'bout five o'clock
Seven o'clock 'til nine o'clock
We in my crib, my bed, goin' non-stop
This for my project niggaz
Wide body Mo' sippers
Pimps, hustlers, herb flippers
Get this money
We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money, my nigga
Gettin' this money, switchin' my whips an' my kicks
Like I'm just addicted to difference, you pick what you want from me
To be a lame with visions of riches, enter my brain
Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin' lanes
It's just insane, is it? I'm from the district
Where niggaz either in prison or pay visits like in-laws
So we fend for ourself an' the wealth is in raw
We can't help but been lost, what else gon' make that engine roar?
Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we drive
Into the club we get all the eyes
When you gettin' that money, my nigga
We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money, my nigga
Track Master remix, y'all, Kels an' Jigga
Big chips with Twista, y'all, get this money
Dance, c'mon, you sonobitches, dance
Dance, lazy motherfuckers, dance
Dance, drunk sonobitches, dance
Get your money, nigga, best of both
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