เนื้อเพลง Get That Money - Birdman and Lil Wayne

[Birdman]
Y'all already know what it do n*gga?
Theres money over here, Cash Money over here, n*gga
Me and the little J.R., Like that homeboy
We on the grind n*gga, got some muscle n*gga, shine n*gga, like father like son n*gga
Hey we drive shiver, headlights like a light bulb, that means the cars expensive you stupid f*ck, keep a n*gga pimpin now n*gga

[Lil Wayne]
I know some n*ggas that'll murk ya for a quarter birdy
You b*tch ass n*gga just be lucky that the boy ain't hurt me
I got the money to lag, and I got that swager workin
I'm smokin some I can't pronounce, but I'm behind them phantom curtain
What is you hiding b*tch?
I'm on some paper sh*t
She wants to make me dinner
I tell her, "Make me rich."
Your f*ckin with a winner
But I come from the litter
Woke up out of bed and I can that dirt and turn that sh*t to glitter
I leave the work with her
yeah, she my baby sitter
And if I find out she's stealin
For reala I'ma kill her
I'm just a money man
So where the dollars at?
Some around back, Ima work until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this
I make her ride with that
Her pistol and her celly, thats her survival pack
And do I love her? Naahhh
Man I just love the spirit
Blind, deaf or crazy, its money over b*tches

[Chorus:] [2x]
Now errbody that I'm knowin Get That Money baby
And we aint worried bout them hoes, get that money baby
You get that cook or that blow you are called a baller
If you aint talkin about that dough, homie what you talkin?

[Birdman]
So get your game up
Take a b*tch, break a b*tch
Strap her down with work, and tell her dont trip, take a trip
Get your hustle up
The money's what you make of it
These n*ggas wanna cook down they clothes, they close down the bakery
So stop stuntin homie, false promotin
It aint about what you make
Its about what you told em
Burn him up and leave him naked
Bring him back to his wiiifffee
The b*tch aint even cry cuz he was living that liiifffee
These n*ggas think I'm slippin cuz I'm fallin back
B*tch, I got money and a wall for that
When you get it from the ground homie
And hold the hood down
And don't make a sound if the people swing around
B*tch, do ya thing hoe
Hussle, try to stay low
This is for my old school g's who aint around this b*tch
But shorty, they aint f*ckin with pops
Let them n*ggas chase that p*ssy, we gonna follow tha guap

[Chorus:] [2x]
Now errbody that I'm knowin get that money baby
And we aint worried bout them hoes, get that money baby
You get that cook or that blow you are called a baller
If you aint talkin about that dough, homie what you talkin?

[Birdman]
50 stacks in the garden and the backyard
Youngin talkin, turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all n*ggas aint eatin how we eatin
F*ck how we used to be
Now we how we need to be
If they aint with us
They must be against us
We shoot em in the head, cuz the act like they sistas
If you aint gettin bread, n*gga keep ya distance
Sharks over here, n*gga keep on fishin

[Lil Wayne:]
Money, money, money, is my intuition
Money over b*tches, such an easy decision
Young money, money men, monster militia
Hard body, these n*ggas is a box of tissue
That nina will kiss ya
That chopper will twist ya
380 snap shots, now smile for the pictures
Wheezy motherf*ckin baby, pay me
A 9 to 5 is over rated
I'm on that grind hoe

[Chorus:] [2x]
Now errbody that I'm knowin get that money baby
And we aint worried bout them hoes, get that money baby
You get that cook or that blow you are called a baller
If you aint talkin about that dough, homie what you talkin?