Rick Ross - Get Money lyrics

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Rick Ross - Get Money lyrics

[Hook: Ace Hood & Rick Ross] [A]I do it for the thugs and the motherf**ing gangstas [R]I do it for the strippers and the b**hes put their hands up [A]I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up [R]I do it for the hustlers and this b**h throwin' their grands up [A]n***a, get money n***a, get money n***a, get money n***a, get money n***a [Verse 1: Ace Hood] I'm like fresh outfit, blunts they lit And a n***a out in bout who don't buck a sh** Yeah I gave you a cla**ic in my debut Cash flow for the hoes I bought (straight to) You wanna ride you can't be actin' like Dre foo' N.W.A. I bet you ace played you Hollywood, Hollywood I see the big lights And I'm with my big homie Ricky n***a yeah right [Rick Ross] Every minute that my heart pump blood f** what you heard momma raised a f**in' thug Money on my mind imagine what's up in the trunk And it get me 10 to life therefore I'm driving slow as f** On the road to riches feelin' like a billionaire (boss) A got a couple mill a couple more an I'm really there Haters talk around me f** em like I really care When we handle our business sorry they were never there [Hook] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up Hundred on the chain b**h I think I'm King Tut A n***a young and rich who feel like can't be touched Forty stacks for the shades, so I can't see much Unless you get the dollars still talkin' cash flow Thousand dollar bill president Fidel Castro n***a with a attitude .50 and a mac-10 Ross cool as Ice Cube dicky and the black chef [Ace Hood] I'm in a heli-chopper starin' at the boat docks Good weather good weather means more flux Look in my eyes you can tell I'm seeing so clear I get them b**hes a prison an feeling no fear More money means more Louis carry-on When I touch your city you should see how hoes carry on b**h what's my name ace f**in' hood ain't a damn thang change us [Hook] [Verse 3: Ace Hood] sh** sh**, and I'm a gettin' money a** n***a Fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it White squares that's equivalence of mo' dough I hear my n***a Ricky selling on my promo I make it rain ho better wear your poncho To seek me on my TMO I get you mo' slow The good life beats side of my condo You know the name ask Jermaine on cut though [Rick Ross] Wooh, you talkin' funny would you f**ing with the franchise I decide how much you form the sh** we let ride I gave you n***as your first start up Showed you how to dress made the hood be a part of Maybe I should have kept my thought off It's all good neither he'd hit the guard off Now you sh** n***a garbage you's a rat never build for this mob sh** [Hook]