Madlib - Get Money lyrics

[Verse 1: MED] Yeah, bling bling, money machine 50's under my pillow to have these dreams Do it ditty (?) Like s** dice Pretty price Living (?) (?) Gangs to the night Walk with a lean like I need a Sprite False alike, get the money twice f** a cause, only broke n***as need a price Nor the lights tap flash and the wine gla** For the life (?) And white Gucci flats Hundred's in the stash (yeah) Tryna get a hit like Miss Honey on the rag Take money, leave your pants, pockets Bugs Bunny Keep the funny, n***as ran from me Yeah, she love me, told me never let me fall She call when the ringer on the phone ring [Hook: Blu (x2)] It goes, ring-ring,ring-ring my money ring Ching-ching-cha-ching, money machine I want that big bling and everything that money brings Whip creme Nice broads And all the right things Ching-ching-cha-ching, money machine It goes, ring-ring,ring-ring my money ring For that big bling And all the right things And everything that money brings [Verse 2: Blu] That's talking cake, mom Plus more weight, if you talking ba** Oceans, lakes If we talking space And by the way I admire taste Like how all them different fine wines taste By the way, your fine lady got with Don daily Miss Daisy, you can drive me out of my mind daily The Mercedes and Coupe I got to re-coupe You break my heart in 5 heart beats I gotta regroup Tell my dollars, dogg pounds I gotta be snoopin' And if they lock down the blocks We go to courts and shoot for the loop I give you that bulletproof truth Like you sat in that diamond in the back No roof rap Pay your dues, cause I do's that While n***as do it for the love of the money, like a New Jack But still in all, you the realest, dawg sh**, I give you 50 mil and tell you build 'em all Just get money, don't make money Heard, on the lighter notes It's just money to burn [Hook] [Verse 3: Frank Nitt] The hustle don't stop like one pimp and two hookers n***as doin' drive-by's, tryna keep up with them onlookers Cause I need to look out for that bread, cuz' God bless me and I whip up in that bread truck Beat, beat, the money don' move the man But damn, they man be moving when that money's in his hand And I stay after the grands like a trap house or a bando So I can get a mansion and my wifey go commando We are preimo (?) n***as so bellissimo First that quality we bring it to you wonderful And n***as continue to get money The money got discontinued The sh**'s funny Meanwhile, on the go Women be like where you been Every time I leave, they be begging me to come again And I don't mind going to collect Swiss Francs And you know they all lust Swiss Francs [Hook]