Styles P - Daddy Get That Cash lyrics

(Lil' Mo) Styles P... It's ya girl Lil' Mo, holla at me Get that cash daddy (Styles) If it's you versus me - think about it They gon yell my name when they announce the winner And I ain't bout to sell much I got my honeys on the plane but the birds flyin south for the winter Don't get ya self familiated I'm so gangsta that, just know'n myself makes me affiliated What chu think honey hold 'em hammers for? So she can spend 10 cent at Jill Sander store? We gon hit Rodeo Drive, drive on Beverly Hills Though I love her, so I'm spendin like 70 bills I bringin what she be on went, keep ya payroll big Light a blunt, and just beg me to chill Ain't a player but my life is real all of the time So she went and copped a gun a 'lil smaller than mine That's a down a** chick, and she keep it real So I'ma keep it real back all of the time (Chorus: Lil' Mo (Styles)) Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm goin ta get it, I'm goin ta get it) Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm goin ta get it, I'm goin ta get it) Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm goin ta get it, I'm goin ta get it) Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm goin ta get it, I'm goin ta get it) (Styles) Daddy go and get that cash Go and get the black suit, grab the burner plus get that match She said "Tell my where you goin" It's no doubt that I'm comin in Cause she could fit a little 9 or a 22 right inside her bra or Calvin Klein underwear Mami you could stay home and bag up the work I'm just goin out to play chrome or nag up a jerk If I kiss her then her heart'll melt Listen dogg, you don't understand the work that she carry in the garter belt No doubt I love her, I'ma tell you the truth But dont' get it f**ed up, and get f**ed up Only thing sweet about P is his tooth And she could sleep with another dude She gon tell me where the safe at the coke at, how to rob his mother too "Daddy go and get that cash"... That's what my honey holla'd out every time I hit that a** (Chorus) (Styles) Since you helped daddy get that cash Get the condom and the mink, and the ring and the gift wrapped Jag And you still got the bomb a**, I pay the phone and the rent But keep it real Boo, you pay the Conair If I get knocked, she in the BI room With some money on my books, give weed to a n***a Don't worry about sh**, cause I be out soon No doubt that's my b**by-cat She drop my bricks off right on Broadway and she go and get a doobie wrapped Lookin at the God, like "We all a little" One pop for the pasta, one pop for the coke Holiday Styles, dick one shot for the door And it's sorta like we Bonnie and Clyde I load the ooby up, she gon roll the b**by up, then mami abide And she said "Daddy get that cash" She know I would but had no idea that I would skip that fast (Chorus)