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lirik lagu jet 2 - money to blow

[intro: birdman & drake]
richer than the richest (yeah)
more money, b~tches
coming to you live from (haha)
the city of houstatlantavegas
so what it do, young n~gga? one hundred

[verse 1: drake]
i am on a 24~hour champagne diet
spilling while i’m sipping—i encourage you to try it
i’m probably just saying that ’cause i don’t have to buy it
the club owner supply it; boy, i’m on that fly sh~t
i am what everybody in my past don’t want me to be
guess what? i made it, i’m the motherf~ckin’ man
i just want you to see—come take a look
get a load of this n~gga, quit fronting on me
don’t come around and try and gas me up, i like running on e
i, i, i, i’m on my disney sh~t: goofy flow
on records, i’m captain hook, and my new car is rufio
d~mn, where my roof just go? i’m somebody that you should know
gеt to shaking something, ’cause that’s what drumma produced it for
yеs, i make mistakes that i don’t ever make excuses for
like leaving girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes
i’m losing my thoughts—i said, “d~mn, where my roof just go?”
top slipped off like janet at the super bowl—i got ’em
[chorus: drake & birdman]
they can’t help it (they can’t help it)
and i can’t blame ’em (and i can’t blame ’em)
since i got famous (since i got famous)
but, b~tch! i got money to blow, getting it in
letting these bills fall all over your skin
i got money to bluh~uh~ow~ow, uh~oh, oh (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
uh~uh, oh, oh, i got—uh~uh, oh (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
i got money to bluh~uh~ow~ow, uh~oh, oh (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
uh~uh~uh~oh, oh (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
cash money millionaires, yeah
i got money to blow (aw~aw! yeah)

[verse 2: jet 2]
well, i am on that p~ssy eatin’ sour
return her with the powder
white juicy liquid like she slipped in clam chowder
wowsers, i swear she plays so hard
they gotta scout her
and i ain’t got no checks
but i can make that ass bounce, uh
excuse me, girl my name is jet 2
and i’m a lyrical g~nius
and a n~gga ain’t got stacks to blow
but you could blow on my jeans, b~tch
and a n~gga flow like sea, and
breathe fire like demon
control the game like a zenith
she throw it back like a flea fl!ck
and i just eat it on some sweet sh~t
hold up
now i ain’t tryna rap for the stacks
if it happens to come from every single thing
that i ink, and
girls treat me like i’m forever 21
and i ain’t really old enough to drink yet
then i guess it’s cool, ha
y’all ain’t really ready for a n~gga
got a fetish for the b~tches
get the green like lettuce
like relish for the bi~
really, to be honest i’m a star, i’m a comet
and i’m out of this world with the flow
and i don’t really care what them n~ggas
b~tches think ’cause i’m ’bout to have
that money to blow
though i ain’t known yet
and i got quite a few ways to go
so if i ain’t the underdog, then i’ma play the role
even though i’m quite far from typical
gotta keep it movin’ forward ’til i get the goal
goal
[chorus: drake, lil wayne, & both]
they can’t help it (they can’t help it)
and i can’t blame ’em (and i can’t blame ’em)
since i got famous (since i got famous)
but, b~tch! i got money to blow, getting it in
letting these bills fall all over your skin
i got money to blow, uh~oh, oh (ayy, ayy, yeah)
uh~oh, oh (ayy, ayy, yeah)
uh~uh, oh, oh (ayy, ayy, yeah)
i got—uh~uh, oh (ayy, ayy)
i got money to blow, uh~oh, oh (ayy, ayy, yeah)
uh~oh, oh (ayy, ayy, yeah)
uh~uh~uh~oh, oh (ayy, ayy)

[verse 3: lil wayne]
well, i get paid every 24 hours, money and the power
c—come to v.i.p. and get a champagne shower
i don’t have to worry because everything ours
and i got a big bouquet of mary jane’s flowers—that kush
i promise, that’s my dude, but we don’t smoke that reggie bush
and i’m with two women—make you take a second look
we popping like champagne bottles, but we never shook
and we gon’ be alright if we put drake on every hook

[chorus: drake & birdman]
they can’t help it (they can’t help it)
and i can’t blame ’em (and i can’t blame ’em)
yeah, you under~dig?
since i got famous (since i got famous)
but, b~tch! i got money to blow (junior)
getting it in (so fresh)
letting these bills fall all over your skin (drizzy drake)
i got money to bluh~uh~ow~ow (ayy, ayy, big mansions)
uh~oh, oh (ayy, ayy, popping bottles)
uh~uh, oh, oh, i got—uh~uh, oh (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
atlantic in the backyard
got that money to bluh~uh~ow~ow (ayy, ayy)
jet~skis, jets, yeah
uh~oh, oh (ayy, ayy, yeah)
uh~uh~uh~oh, oh (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, pricele$$)
i got money to blow (mula!)
[outro: birdman]
c~m~b, baby
yeah
just like that
brrat!
big money popping

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