*featuring Twista
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[Jay-Z]
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That nigga let his fuckin flow go
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Niggaz tryin to switch up the flows on niggaz
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Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a micky
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Drop that joint
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Yeah yeah (it's the remix y'all)
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Like a muh'fucker (oh yeah)
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Whassup my nigga (and still hot up in that boy, ain't it man)
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(Yo Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all)
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C'mon
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[R. Kelly]
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It's, the, remix
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TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
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Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money
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[Twista]
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I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club
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Cause I'm rollin up on fo' flickers
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Peanut-butter interior, black body
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And in case you didn't know, I be the Twista
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Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
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I hear some niggaz lookin at me for the come up
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Try to creep creep, I pull a gun up
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I put a hole in the first nigga that run up
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The ballers be Jay, R, and T
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Spit it cold cause the music is a part of me
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Can't nobody spit it fast as me
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Got an academy of haters comin after me
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I know I got what you want, I know I got what you need
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Come and mob to the top before you get, this, money
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Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley
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Full of sport modes, you never could hang with me
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Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50
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Gettin that money my nigga
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Oh-five Chrysler, trees for the blunts
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Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
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Twenty-two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk
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Gettin that money my nigga
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Makin dough off a style I be the best in
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Glad to be down with these two livin legends
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Now let me see which league I'ma invest in
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Gettin that money my nigga
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Rollin this cheer, put the niggaz in fear
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Makin bitches shed tears, take a look at my career
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Now the shit's swell; when I get up to 70 in the Coupe
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Peep the wing when I hope out the tail - tell 'em Kel
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[Chorus: R. Kelly]
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We off up in the club, we got our hands up
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Drinks in the club because we gettin that money my nigga
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We rollin 24's, open them Bentley do's
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Got plenty hoes because we gettin that money my nigga
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[R. Kelly]
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Pull up to the club, chicks in the back
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Some smokin on weed, some sippin Co-gnac
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Into the club, whole crew to the back
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Super the stars make it sharp as a tack
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Gotta have my forty-five inch in it
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In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes
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Game over and I'm still not finished
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I play haters like V play tennis
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Livin like a motherfuckin Richie Rich nigga
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Got a butler for my Maybach nigga
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White linen, smokin ci-gar
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Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger
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Feelin on your booty
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Tryin to get one of these nice ladies
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to come up to my room and do, me
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Have her man like who's, he
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Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a nurse
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And I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse
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Sometimes showbiz is the worst
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I'm blessed with "The Gift & The Curse," whoa
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Shoot ball, now I'm off to the spa
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Fresh and clean, now I'm off in the car
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Got a date with a superstar
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We take lunch, now twelve o'clock
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Hit the mall bout two o'clock
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In the movies bout five o'clock
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Seven o'clock 'til nine o'clock
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we in my crib, my bed, goin non-stop
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This for my project niggaz, widebody Mo' sippers
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Pimps hustlers herb flippers, get, this, money
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[Chorus]
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[Jay-Z]
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Gettin this money switchin my whips and my kicks
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Like I'm just addicted to difference you pick what you want from me
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To be a, lame with visions of riches, enter my brain
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Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin lanes
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It's just insane, is it? I'm from the district where niggaz
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either in prison or pay visits like in-laws
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So we fend for ourself, and the wealth is in raw
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We can't help but been lost, what else gon' make that engine roar?
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Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we drive
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Into the club we get all the eyes when you gettin that money my nigga
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[Chorus]
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[R. Kelly]
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TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
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Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money
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[ad libs to fade]
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Mo' Money
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Jay-Z |