Got Money lyrics
(feat. T-Pain)
[Intro (T-Pain/Lil Wayne)]
Yeahhh
I want a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money
right now to go to the VIP section
You got Junior Mula in the hold this night baby
Hahah yeahhh
Young
Yeahhh
Yeahhh
Younnng
Yeahhh
Young Mula babbby
[Chorus (T-Pain)]
If you got money, and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This a way (uh huh)
That a way (uh huh)
This a way (uh huh)
That a way (yeahhh)
If you get mugged from everyone you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
This a way (uh huh)
That a way (uh huh)
This a way (uh huh)
That a away
[Verse 1 (Lil Wayne)]
I was bouncin through the club she love the way I ditty bop
I see your boyfriend hatin like a city cop
Now I aint never been a chicken but my fitted cocked
Said I aint never been a chicken but my semi cocked
Now where ya bar at?...I'm tryin run it out
And we so bout it bout it, now what are you bout?
DJ showed them love, he said my name when the music stop
Young money Lil Wayne, then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow don't worry
Yeahhh Young Wayne on then hoes
AKA Mr. Make it rain on them hoes
(Young money)
[Chorus: (T-Pain/Lil Wayne)]
If you got money (yeah), and you know it (yeah)
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like (yeah)
This a way (uh huh)
That a way (uh huh)
This a way (uh huh)
That a way (yeahhh)
If you gettin mugged from everybody you see (yeah)
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (come on)
This a way (uh huh)
That a way (uh huh)
This a way (uh huh)
??
(Streeets)
That a way
[Verse 2 (Lil Wayne)]
It go 1 for the money, 2 for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll
(Chris) yeah, like some clap in lights in this bitch
Ima be clappin all night in this bitch
Lights off, mask on, creep silent
She smilin
He muggin, who cares
Cuz my goons, are right here
Like its nothing, to a big dog
And I am a Great Dane, I wear 8 chains
I mean so much ice, they yell "Skate Wayne"
She wanna fuck Weezy
She wanna rape Wayne
[Chorus: T-Pain/Lil Wayne]
If you got money (and Ima let her), and you know it (yeah)
Take it out your pocket (yeah) and show it
Then throw it like (uh huh)
This a way (uh huh)
That a way (uh huh)
This a way (uh huh)
That a way (yeahhh)
If you gettin mugged (yeahhh) from everybody you see (huh)
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
Ok its young Wayne on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make it rain on them hoes
[Verse 3 (Lil Wayne)]
Like yeahhh, and everyone say
Mr. Rain Man can we have a rainy day
Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella
Ella, Ella, Ella, AY!!!
Bitch aint shit but a hoe and a trick
But you know it aint trickin if you got it
You know we aint fuckin, if you not thick
And ill cool your ass down if you think you hot shit
So Rolex watch this I do it four five six
My click-clack go the black fo fifth
And just like it I blow that shit
Cuz, bitch I'm the bomb like TICK, TICK
(BIATCH!)
[Chorus: T-Pain/Lil Wayne]
If you got money (yeah), and you know it (yeah)
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like (yeah)
This a way (uh huh)
That a way (uh huh)
This a way (uh huh)
That a way (yeahhh)
If you gettin mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (come on)
This a way (uh huh)
That a way (uh huh)
This a way (uh huh)
That a way
Yeahhh its Young Wayne on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make it rain on them hoes
Yeahhh young Wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love T-Pain on them hoes
(uh huh)
Umm, Young Mula babbby!
these lyrics are last corrected by sick awesome beast (sab)
