Rasheeda - Get This Money Lyrics
(feat. Young Jeezy)[Chorus:][Young Jeezy:] Now would you ride for me baby[Rasheeda:] I'd ride for you baby[Young Jeezy:] Now would you kill for me baby[Rasheeda:] I'd kill for you baby[Young Jeezy:] Well let's get this money... ahhhh... let's get this money[Rasheeda:] Now would you ride for me baby[Young Jeezy:] I'd ride for you baby[Rasheeda:] Now would you kill for me baby[Young Jeezy:] I'd kill for you baby[Rasheeda:] Well let's get this money... ahhhh... let's get this money[Rasheeda:]Where my real bytch? Holdin it down like a rider should?You fuk with my nigga... boy I wish you would!These nigga poppin watch how quick that ass dissapearSend your baby mamma your shirt, for a souvenir...Yeahhhhhh... Cause my nicca means everythingGot his name tatted on my body and everythingKeep a bytch grippin woodgrain5 double O sittin on dem white thangsNot to mention all the blang in my watch and rangsAnd the fifth that daddy dropped on my watch and chainsThis nicca love me cause he know I do the damn thangAnd I'm a ride of ya, put that shyt on errythang[Chorus][Young Jeezy:]We got stacks on deck, couple chickens in the coupeBad red bone thang black rims on the coupeYeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhShe straight love a nicca, all she do is braggWhen we got I keep my strap in a leather bagShorty wanna ride with meAyyyyeeeeAnd we can get moneyAnd when we get done with that we can get mo moneyConfession like Usher, boy I got it badEvery other day I gotta buy ma baby girl a bagAll I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriendAnd a couple million dollars... ladies if you feel me hollaI said ladies if you feel me hollaYeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh[Chorus][Young Jeezy:]I got my mind on my money, hard on my girlYou know baby girl she ma worldAnd she will never tell up that on my mommaShe say she loves me and that's death before Dishonor!And that's the only way we know how to rock,Go head baby show em the rock.Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh[Rasheeda:]I love ma nicca tell the day I dieNo matter what I'm a be right by your sideI neva snitch I take it to ma grave, long as you got my backI'm down for anythingIf you ain't got a real nicca then you can't relateMa baby told met hat these jealous hoes love ta hate.[Chorus]
