ATV Tunes LLC - Mo' Money lyrics

[Jay-Z] That n***a let his f**in flow go n***as tryin to switch up the flows on n***as Hit n***as, slip n***as with a micky Drop that joint Yeah yeah (it's the remix y'all) Like a muh'f**er (oh yeah) Wha**up my n***a (and still hot up in that boy, ain't it man) (Yo Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all) C'mon [R. Kelly] It's, the, remix TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money [Twista] I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club Cause I'm rollin up on fo' flickers Peanut-bu*ter interior, black body And in case you didn't know, I be the Twista Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up I hear some n***as lookin at me for the come up Try to creep creep, I pull a gun up I put a hole in the first n***a that run up The ballers be Jay, R, and 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 and 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 Gettin that money my n***a 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 n***a 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'mma invest in Gettin that money my n***a Rollin this cheer, put the n***as in fear Makin b**hes shed tears, take a look at my career Now the sh**'s swell; when I get up to 70 in the Coupe Peep the wing when I hop out the tail - tell 'em Kel [Hook: R. Kelly] We off up in the club, we got our hands up Drinks in the club because we gettin that money my n***a We rollin 24's, open them Bentley do's Got plenty hoes because we gettin that money my n***a [R. Kelly] Pull up to the club, chicks in the back Some smokin on weed, some sippin Co-gnac 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 and I'm still not finished I play haters like V play tennis Livin like a motherf**in Richie Rich n***a Got a butler for my Maybach n***a White linen, smokin ci-gar 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 and do, me Have her man like who's, he Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a nurse And I'mma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse Sometimes showbiz is the worst I'm blessed with "The Gift & The Curse," whoa Shoot ball, now I'm off to the spa Fresh and 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 n***as, widebody Mo' sippers Pimps hustlers herb flippers, get, this, money [Hook] [Jay-Z] Gettin this money switchin my whips and 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 n***as Either in prison or pay visits like in-laws So we fend for ourself, and 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 n***a [Hook] [R. Kelly] TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money [Ad libs to fade]