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lirik lagu jay z - get this money

[j] yeah yeah
[r] d-mn it’s hot
[j] like a muh’f-cker
[r] yo jigga
[j] wh-ssup my n-gg-?
[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 n-gg-
(woo. woo. woo. woo.)
you better call the muh’f-ckin 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 n-gg-z know y’all need to grow up
your alb-m 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 -ss 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. n-gg- beez like that
when you gettin that money my n-gg- (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 n-gg- 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 b-tch, yell

[chorus]

[jay-z + (r. kelly)]
gettin that money my n-gg-
ha ha, ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha
i gotta laugh at this sh-t (get. this. money)
gettin this money my n-gg-
yeah, ohh oh ohh oh
oh it’s too late to get scared n-gg-z (get. this. mo-ney)
it’s way too late now.
. gettin this money my n-gg- (get. this. mo-ney)

[chorus + jay-z ad libs]

[j] gettin that money my n-gg-

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