Rick Ross - I Get Money lyrics

[Lil' Flip] (Rick Ross) You smell that? (smell what?} That's money I smell money Hahaaa [Rossss} I know y'all wonderin' like... "What the hell is Flip doin' man" "How he get out his deal?" All you gotta do is take 2 million And walk in the door, and that's how they'll let you go Hahaaa Cause I get money n***a I'm a fly boy n***a My chain worth thousand grands n***a That's twenty thousand karats n***a [Yeaahhh} Step your game up That's why your chain ain't up n***aaa [Verse 1 - Lil' Flip] The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that?) (smoked it} I can't tell you n***a, I'm not a sniitcchh But on the real it feel great to be ricchhh I'm just playin' my hand, watchin' "Makin' The Band" (band} Johnny ordered my watch (watch} And he makin' the band (yeaahh} I be changin' it up (uuupp} Ain't no changin' me whaaatt (whaaat} You lil' n***as betta shut up shut up Aye, who shut the mall down? (me!} And who bought all the hats? (me!} Matter of fact, don't I look good in this Cadillac? (yesss} My roof back, my coupe black 50 grand I blew that I'm so fly they call me "Mr. I Can Do Dat" Cause [Hook] w/ Rick Ross adlibs H-Town! M.I.A.-yayo That's how we do this It's the bosss Multi-millionaire sh** 'round here Flip what up? [Verse 2 - Rick Ross} Might cop a Benz (whaaat} Not a regular Benz (Rossss} Multi-millionaire so baby I double my endsss Mercedes, Maybach, broke n***as stay back The boss don't play, boy you gotta pay that Watch cop some bub (bub} G's runnin' stacks (stacks} They be year off (off} Bring my money back (back} Yeah I f** wit G'sss (g'sss} Out in Cloverland (yeah} We talkin' 20 keysss But I don't know the man (Rosss} I'm gettin' cheese (cheeesseee} It's time to shine (shiinnee} I love to flip (flip} I'm flippin' mine (Rosss} Hoes love the smell (smell} They smell the money (money} You wanna smell yourself (b**h} Well b**h shell it from me (Rosss} [Hook] w/ Lil' Flip adlibs [Verse 3 - Lil' Flip] I told n***as I show n***as, I'm the best I'm the sh** in New York, but I'm a God on the West (holla!} I must confess, 'The Source' own me two more mics (hey I need two more mics} I took my ringtone money and bought two more bikes I took my liquor money (yeah} And bought another crib (yeah} I got three maids (yeah} That is that f**in' game Go ask Corn Row (ask him} We do it big right? (right} If I ain't front row, I ain't watchin' the fight (f** it} I be in Street Port wit my n***a Bayday ??? I be in airports wit my f**in' AK (shut up!} 4-7 to 11, 1-8-7 on a cop I know you prayin' that I flop, n***aaa! But [Hook}