Abel Garibaldi - Get This Money lyrics

[J] Yeah yeah [R] Damn it's hot [J] Like a muh'f**er [R] Yo Jigga [J] Wha**up my n***a? [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***a (woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..) You better call the muh'f**in 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) [Hook: 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***as 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 a** 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) [Hook] [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***a beez like that When you gettin that money my n***a (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***a 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**h, yell [Hook] [Jay-Z] + (R. Kelly) Gettin that money my n***a Ha ha, ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha I gotta laugh at this sh** (get.. this.. money) Gettin this money my n***a Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh Oh it's too late to get scared n***as (get.. this.. mo-ney) It's way too late now.. .. gettin this money my n***a (get.. this.. mo-ney) [Hook] + [Jay-Z ad libs] [J] Gettin that money my n***a