Pop! - Come and Get It lyrics

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Pop! - Come and Get It lyrics

[Hook: T-Pain] Come and get this money (this money) These Benjamins (Benjamins) But then again I wanna see what you can do Let me see you work, work, work, work, work (What you workin' with?) Work, work, work, work, work (What you workin' with?) Come and get this money (this money) These Benjamins (Benjamins) But then again I wanna see what you can do Let me see you work, work, work, work, work (What you workin' with?) Ooh baby, don't stop, drop that, don't stop What you workin' with? [Verse 1: T-Pain] And baby, I don't wanna be that guy That falls in love every time you work in here ‘Cause you're the reason why I come here in the first place, even after church Hell yeah, you know you fine And you deserve every penny that you get, get, get Stop wasting time, ‘cause every night, you know where I sit [Hook: T-Pain] [Verse 2: T-Pain] And I could sit up in this b**h all night As long as I get to see you do those things you do If I'm in the club, you're all right ‘Cause you gon' pay those bills on time I feel on yours, you feel on mine And you ain't gotta work too many days a week And you don't know this, but that's money that you're savin' me You're the one that I wanna be with But until then, you know where I sit [Hook: T-Pain] [Verse 3: Ace Hood] Shorty be poppin' that p**y and I go to tippin' them bills She fresh on that molly, that body Bugatti, she switchin' them gears Workin' that body, I guess them pilates been workin' for real It's early, I threw over 30, that p**y so pretty Damn, her a** fat, and I'mma leave with that I got a hundred stashed in that Louis bag Up and down on that pole again It's about a hundred things that I'd do to that I said handful of money, I'm sewing it up Lusting for shorty, I'm fallin' in love Think I'm addicted, lil' mama's a drug Twenty more thousand, I need it in ones [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] Every time I step up in the building just to see you Yeah, you know a n***a got it and you'd better come and get it Come here, baby girl, and come and get all this money Go ‘head, turn around so I can smack you on the a** with it Look good, smell good, sweeter than a candy I don't make it rain, I make it Hurricane Sandy So much money you could probably feed all of your family When you're finished maybe we could get a little nasty If you think your shorty drop-dead gorgeous Better know my shorty drop-bread gorgeous Small waist, a** bigger than a walrus Nails did, skin beautifully flawless Sittin' on a pile of money like a fortress She get a lot of offers, ‘til that sh** is funny When they see a n***a they be really in a hurry When I come around you can always... [Hook: T-Pain]