Get That Money

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I know some niggas that'll murk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggas just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag, and I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains
What is you hidin', bitch, I'm on some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner, I tell her, "Make me rich"
You fuckin' wit' a winner, but I come from a little
Ho, but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter
I leave the work with her, yeah, she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin', for realer, I'ma kill her
I'm just a money man, so where the dollars at?
Sorry momma but it be that until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this, I make her ride with that
Her pistol in the ceilin', that's her survival pack
And do I love her, nah man, I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy, it's money over bitches

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Now everybody that I know get that money, baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them ho's, get that money, baby
You get that cooked or that blow, you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough, homie, what'cha talkin'?
Now everybody that I know get that money, baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them ho's, get that money, baby
You get that cooked or that blow, you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough, homie, what'cha talkin'?

[Verse 2: Birdman]
So get your game up, take a bitch, break a bitch
Strap her down with work, and tell her, "Don't trip, take a trip"
Get ya hustle up, the money's what you make of it
These niggas want it cooked, and I done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin', homie, false promotin'
It ain't about what ya makin', it's all about what ya totin'
Burn him up leave him naked, bring him back to his wife
The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life
These niggas think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back
Bitch, I got money in the walls for that
Youngin' get it from the ground, homie, hold the hood down
And don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch
Do ya thang, whoa', hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch
But shawty, they ain't fuckin' wit' pops
Let them niggas chase that pussy, we gon' follow that guap, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Now everybody that I know get that money, baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them ho's, get that money, baby
You get that cooked or that blow, you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough, homie, what'cha talkin'?
Now everybody that I know get that money, baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them ho's, get that money, baby
You get that cooked or that blow, you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough, homie, what'cha talkin'?

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Fifty stacks in the garden, in the backyard
Money talkin', turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggas ain't eatin' how we eatin', B
Fuck how we used to be, now we how we need to be
If they ain't wit' us, they must be against us
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' bread, nigga, keep yo' distance
We sharks over here, nigga, keep on fishin'

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Okay, money, money, money is my intuition
Money over bitches, such an easy decision
Young Money money men, monster militia
Hardbody, these niggas boxes of tissue
That nina will kiss ya, that chopper will twist ya
Them .380 snapshots, now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin' Baby, pay me
A nine to five is overrated, I'm on that grind, ho

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Now everybody that I know get that money, baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them ho's, get that money, baby
You get that cooked or that blow, you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough, homie, what'cha talkin'?
Now everybody that I know get that money, baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them ho's, get that money, baby
You get that cooked or that blow, you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough, homie, what'cha talkin'?