Songtext Get this money R. Kelly

Get this money

[j] yeah yeah
[r] damn its hot
[j] like a muhfucker
[r] yo jigga
[j] whassup my nigga?
[r] pop that water
[j] foschizzle!
[both laughing]
[r] yeah
[j] getcha mind right, cmon

[jay-z]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga
(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)
You better call the muhfuckin cops
This is a crime, uh-uh, lets go

[r. kelly + (jay-z)]
Keys to the bentley, off to the club
Switchin lanes like what the..
Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh
But yall know I dont love no.. (never love her)
She, say, she, slick
Im, like, baby, please
She, say shes got a man
But whats that got to do with me? (freal)
Some chicks like low-key
Wrists of, zero degrees
Im, toxic off the belve
Two strippers, in my hotel suite
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Look out now, here I come-ah
For you haters, keepin up trauma
Me and jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[chorus: r. kelly]
You got what I want; I got what you need
Lets put it together; get, this, mo-ney
You got what I want; I got what you need
Lets put it together; get, this, mo-ney

[r. kelly + (jay-z)]
Ace hit the club bout five oclock (woo!)
Hungry bout to hit the ihop (lets go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven oclock (p-yoon)
Cause Im a baller, thought I told ya
Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)
See yall niggaz know yall need to grow up
Your album aint out, cause Im the hold up (ha)
Busters wanna hoop with me
Wanna run our ways, doin r&b
Ill, creep creep, blink blink
Cross your ass over, take it from me
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Look out now, here I come-ah
Golddiggers, this you gets none of
Me and jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[chorus]

[jay-z + (r. kelly)]
Pull up on the block, cran-apple benz
White tank top, cran-apple trim
Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems
Dice hands side both of them
Two rolls and I leave with a stack
Off to the club, gs in in the back
V.i.p. nigga beez like that
When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)
I spit this for my riders
Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers
We cant let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)
Young h-o-v-a
And the boy r. kel, you know how we play
For that fetti, mayne, well let the lead rang
You young boyz aint ready
You dont know nann a nigga to near jigga
To near as well as me and the boy kel
Yeah its money, recognize the smell
And we up out this bitch, yell

[chorus]

[jay-z + (r. kelly)]
Gettin that money my nigga
Ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I gotta laugh at this shit (get.. this.. money)
Gettin this money my nigga
Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh
Oh its too late to get scared niggaz (get.. this.. mo-ney)
Its way too late now..
.. gettin this money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)

[chorus + jay-z ad libs]

[j] gettin that money my nigga