Jay-Z - Mo' Money Lyrics
(feat. Twista)[Jay-Z]That nigga let his *****in flow goNiggaz tryin to switch up the flows on niggazHit niggaz, slip niggaz with a mickyDrop that jointYeah yeah (it's the remix y'all)Like a muh'*****er (oh yeah)Whassup my nigga (and still hot up in that boy, ain't it man)(Yo Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all)C'mon[R. Kelly]It's, the, remixTrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and JiggaBig chips with Twista y'all, get this money[Twista]I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the clubCause I'm rollin up on fo' flickersPeanut-butter interior, black bodyAnd in case you didn't know, I be the TwistaHundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones upI hear some niggaz lookin at me for the come upTry to creep creep, I pull a gun upI put a hole in the first nigga that run upThe ballers be Jay, R, and TSpit it cold cause the music is a part of meCan't nobody spit it fast as meGot an academy of haters comin after meI know I got what you want, I know I got what you needCome and mob to the top before you get, this, moneyPull up on the block in the alien gray BentleyFull of sport modes, you never could hang with meJust to get in early, I paid a extra 50Gettin that money my niggaOh-five Chrysler, trees for the bluntsThree hoes in the back, two fiends in the frontTwenty-two inch shoes, CV's in the trunkGettin that money my niggaMakin dough off a style I be the best inGlad to be down with these two livin legendsNow let me see which league I'ma invest inGettin that money my niggaRollin this cheer, put the niggaz in fearMakin *****es shed tears, take a look at my careerNow the shit's swell; when I get up to 70 in the CoupePeep the wing when I hope out the tail - tell 'em Kel[Chorus: R. Kelly]We off up in the club, we got our hands upDrinks in the club because we gettin that money my niggaWe rollin 24's, open them Bentley do'sGot plenty hoes because we gettin that money my nigga[R. Kelly]Pull up to the club, chicks in the backSome smokin on weed, some sippin Co-gnacInto the club, whole crew to the backSuper the stars make it sharp as a tackGotta have my forty-five inch in itIn the house, from the gate, twenty minutesGame over and I'm still not finishedI play haters like V play tennisLivin like a mother*****in Richie Rich niggaGot a butler for my Maybach niggaWhite linen, smokin ci-garLyrics like bullets, tongue like a triggerFeelin on your bootyTryin to get one of these nice ladiesto come up to my room and do, meHave her man like who's, heWas a pimp at birth, first ho was a nurseAnd I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearseSometimes showbiz is the worstI'm blessed with "The Gift & The Curse," whoaShoot ball, now I'm off to the spaFresh and clean, now I'm off in the carGot a date with a superstarWe take lunch, now twelve o'clockHit the mall bout two o'clockIn the movies bout five o'clockSeven o'clock 'til nine o'clockwe in my crib, my bed, goin non-stopThis for my project niggaz, widebody Mo' sippersPimps hustlers herb flippers, get, this, money[Chorus][Jay-Z]Gettin this money switchin my whips and my kicksLike I'm just addicted to difference you pick what you want from meTo be a, lame with visions of riches, enter my brainLike I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin lanesIt's just insane, is it? I'm from the district where niggazeither in prison or pay visits like in-lawsSo we fend for ourself, and the wealth is in rawWe can't help but been lost, what else gon' make that engine roar?Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we driveInto the club we get all the eyes when you gettin that money my nigga[Chorus][R. Kelly]TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and JiggaBig chips with Twista y'all, get this money[ad libs to fade]
