[Lil' Mo]
Styles P...
It's Lil' Mo, holla at me

Get that cash daddy

[Styles]

If it's you versus me - think about it
They gon yell my name when they announce the winner
And I ain't bout to sell much

I got my honeys on the plane but the birds flyin south for the
winter
Go get ya self familiated

I'm so gangsta that, just know'n myself makes me affiliated
What chu think honey hold 'em hammers for?
So she can spend 10 cent at Jill Sander store?

We gon hit the day off, drive on Beverly Hills
Though I love her, so I'm spendin like 70 bills
I bringin what she be on went, keep ya payroll big

Light a blunt, and just beg me to chill
Ain't a player but my life is real all of the time
So she went and copped a gun a little smaller than mine

That's a down $$# chick, and she keep it real
So I'ma keep it real back all of the time


[Chorus: Lil' Mo (Styles)]
Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get
it)

Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get
it)
Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get

it)
Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get
it)


[Styles]
Daddy go and get that cash

Go and get the black suit, grab the burner plus get that
match
She said "Tell my where you goin"

It's no doubt I'm comin in
Cause she could fit a little 9 or a 22
right inside her bra or Calvin Klein underwear

Mami you could stay home and bag up the work
I'm just goin out to play chrome or nag up a jerk
If I kiss it then the heart'll melt

Listen dogg, you don't understand the work
that she carry in the garter belt
No doubt I love her, I'ma tell you the truth

But dont' get it $#&@ed up, and get $#&@ed up
Only thing sweet about P is his tooth
And she could sleep with another dude

She gon tell me where the safe at
the !@%!e at, how to rob his mother too
"Daddy go and get that cash"...

That's what my honey holla'd out every time I hit that $$#

[Chorus]


[Styles]
Since you helped daddy get that cash

Get the condom and the mink, and the ring and the gift wrapped
Jag
And you still got the bomb $$#, I pay the phone and the rent

But keep it real Boo, you pay the Conair
If I get knoced, she in the BI room
With some money on my books, give weed to a ^!$$%

Don't worry about %#@!, cause I be out soon
No doubt that's my Booby-cat
She drop my bricks off right on Broadway

and she go and get a doobie wrapped
Lookin at the God, like "We all a little"
One pop for the pasta, one pop for the !@%!e

Holiday Styles, dick one shot for the door
And it's sorta like we Bonnie and Clyde
I load the ouie up, she gon roll the gouie up, then mami

abide
And she said "Daddy get that cash"
She know I would but had no idea that I would skip that fast

[Chorus]