Get Money lyrics

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Birdman


[Chorus: Ace Hood & Rick Ross]
[A]I do it for the thugs and the motherf*cking gangstas
[R]I do it for the strippers and the b*tches put their hands up
[A]I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
[R]I do it for the hustlers and this b*tch throwin' their grands up
[A]n*gga, get money n*gga, get money n*gga, get money n*gga, get money n*gga

[Verse 1: Ace Hood & Rick Ross]
I'm like fresh outfit, blunts they lit
And a n*gga out in bout who don't buck a sh*t
Yeah I gave you a classic in my debut
Cash flow for the hoes I bought (straight to)
You wanna ride you can't be actin' like Dre foo'
N.W.A. I bet you ace played you
Hollywood, Hollywood I see the big lights
And I'm with my big homie Ricky n*gga yeah right
Every minute that my heart pump blood
f*ck what you heard momma raised a f*ckin' thug
Money on my mind imagine what's up in the trunk
And it get me 10 to life therefore I'm driving slow as f*ck
On the road to riches feelin' like a billionaire (boss)
A got a couple mill a couple more an I'm really there
Haters talk around me f*ck em like I really care
When we handle our business sorry they were never there

[Chorus: Ace Hood & Rick Ross]
[A]I do it for the thugs and the motherf*cking gangstas
[R]I do it for the strippers and the b*tches put their hands up
[A]I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
[R]I do it for the hustlers and this b*tch throwin' their grands up
[A]n*gga, get money n*gga, get money n*gga, get money n*gga, get money n*gga
[Verse 2: Rick Ross & Ace Hood]
Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up
Hundred on the chain b*tch I think I'm King Tut
A n*gga young and rich who feel like can't be touched
Forty stacks for the shades, so I can't see much
Unless you get the dollars still talkin' cash flow
Thousand dollar bill president Fidel Castro
n*gga with a attitude .50 and a mac-10
Ross cool as Ice Cube di*ky and the black chef
I'm in a heli-chopper starin' at the boat docks
Good weather good weather means more flux
Look in my eyes you can tell I'm seeing so clear
I get them b*tches a prison an feeling no fear
More money means more Louis carry-on
When I touch your city you should see how hoes carry on
b*tch what's my name ace f*ckin' hood ain't a damn thang change us

[Chorus: Ace Hood & Rick Ross]
[A]I do it for the thugs and the motherf*cking gangstas
[R]I do it for the strippers and the b*tches put their hands up
[A]I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
[R]I do it for the hustlers and this b*tch throwin' their grands up
[A]n*gga, get money n*gga, get money n*gga, get money n*gga, get money n*gga

[Verse 3: Ace Hood & Rick Ross]
sh*t sh*t, and I'm a gettin' money ass n*gga
Fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it
White squares that's equivalence of mo' dough
I hear my n*gga Ricky selling on my promo
I make it rain ho better wear your poncho
To seek me on my TMO I get you mo' slow
The good life beats side of my condo
You know the name ask Jermaine on cut though
Wooh, you talkin' funny would you f*cking with the franchise
I decide how much you form the sh*t we let ride
I gave you n*ggas your first start up
Showed you how to dress made the hood be a part of
Maybe I should have kept my thought off
It's all good neither he'd hit the guard off
Now you sh*t n*gga garbage you's a rat never build for this mob sh*t
[Chorus: Ace Hood & Rick Ross]
[A]I do it for the thugs and the motherf*cking gangstas
[R]I do it for the strippers and the b*tches put their hands up
[A]I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
[R]I do it for the hustlers and this b*tch throwin' their grands up
[A]n*gga, get money n*gga, get money n*gga, get money n*gga, get money n*gga
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