Mr. Bo'z Tha Spokesman - Get That Money lyrics

[Hook: Mr. Bo'z & Kasinova Tha Don] Get that money, get that money Get that money, get that money Get that money, get that money Get that money, yo, get it Get that money, get that money Get that money, get that money Get that money, get that money Get that money, yo, get it All we do is get money all day Living fast life in the fast lane Living in the fast lane Pour 'em cups, put ya hands up, let me Let me get a P-Funk if it's okay, P-Funk [Verse 1: Mr Bo'z] Drop verse after verse, and hook after hook I'm like Rick Ross, 'cause I push, then I push Read up on the Bo'z, come look in my book See me sour the diesel, then kushing the kush She shaking, she shaking, I got my eyes on the tush My money talks so, I would advise you to shush I'm from NY, official Queens So if you talk dirt, I'll be there with Listerine, go get your teeth Now everybody steady watching like I'm in the screen Mr. Bo'z 'bout to shine like Mr. Clean It ain't a dream, before's the team, so we the best Every climbing up, yes, baby, we don't need the fence More riches than a treasure chest Since I make it rain, I'ma forecast the weather next I make it healthy y'all, 'cause I'm counting hella checks In the helicopter, that's why them haters is hella vexed [Hook: Mr. Bo'z & Kasinova Tha Don] Get money, money, get it Get money, money, get it Get money, money, get it Get money, yo, get it Get money, money, get it Get money, money, get it Get money, money living the life in the fast lane All we do is get money all day Living fast life in the fast lane Living in the fast lane Pour 'em cups, put ya hands up Let me get a P-Funk if it's okay, P-Funk [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] You ain't getting money, you ain't getting sh** You just a s**a, n***a, s**ing another n***a's dicks You ain't a rushed dude, and you ain't rolling hard And in the prison, half you n***as wouldn't go to yard Makaveli trained, getting praised, got brains I ain't feeling y'all, don't get it twisted, your boy still a hog And I'll get my weed from twenty year And I'll smoke thirtys, and dirty n***as I don't be getting money with Holla, and I throw you a brick Holla harder, I'ma throw you strip You wanna problem? I'ma throw you a clip, yeah! The government can never play me Named my daughter Assata, I'll name the next one Afeni Hardcore, ain't nothin' but the bricks And that dope money, ain't nothin' but the bricks In this brick money, ain't nothin' but the bricks And the closest you come to the 'burbs just to duct you with Yeah! [Hook: Mr. Bo'z & Kasinova Tha Don] Get money, money, get it Get money, money, get it Get money, money, get it Get money, yo, get it Get money, money, get it Get money, money, get it Get money, money living the life in the fast lane All we do is get money all day Living fast life in the fast lane Living in the fast lane Pour 'em cups, put ya hands up Let me get a P-Funk if it's okay, P-Funk [Verse 3: Kasinova Tha Don] I woke up fiending for cream, and now my dreams being made from a young n***a, stuck in his ways, I'm getting paid From rags to riches, bustin' at f*gs and snitches Collectin' money with heart, I had to mash on b**hes Labeled as a menace, the way be moving handle business Thank God for Jehovah, can a n***a get a witness? This is hell, f** jail, in reality you couldn't tell n***as catchin' a homicide, just to make a sell Momma dropped me at an early age It's kinda crazy, 'cause I'm heading for an early grave We pop it maybe, it was wrong before a hood legend And grandma died, wiped my eyes, sense our good blessings Why should I cry? I'm a star living large with fast cars I couldn't be It was hard being scarred, raised through poverty I took my chances, never panic, so a n***a made it All overplanted, wish is granted, now I can't be faded [Hook: Mr. Bo'z & Kasinova Tha Don] Get money, money, get it Get money, money, get it Get money, money, get it Get money, yo, get it Get money, money, get it Get money, money, get it Get money, money living the life in the fast lane All we do is get money all day Living fast life in the fast lane Living in the fast lane Pour 'em cups, put ya hands up Let me get a P-Funk if it's okay, P-Funk