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JAY-Z lyrics : "Get This Money"

[J] Yeah yeah
[R] Damn it's hot
[J] Like a muh'$#&@er

[R] Yo Jigga
[J] Whassup my ^!$$%?
[R] Pop that water

[J] Fo'schizzle!
[both laughing]
[R] Yeah

[J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon

[Jay-Z]

Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my ^!$$%
(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)

You better call the muh'$#&@in cops
This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go


[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]
Keys to the Bentley, off to the club
Switchin lanes like what the..

Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh
But y'all know I don't love no.. (never love her)
She, say, she, slick

I'm, like, baby, please
She, say she's got a man
but what's that got to do with me? (f'real)

Some chicks like low-key
Wrists of, zero degrees
I'm, toxic off the Belve'

Two strippers, in my hotel suite
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Look out now, here I come-ah

For you haters, keepin up trauma
Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)


[Chorus: R. Kelly]
You got what I want; I got what you need
Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney

You got what I want; I got what you need
Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney


[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]
Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)

After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya

Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)
See y'all ^!$$%z know y'all need to grow up
Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)

Busters wanna hoop with me
Wanna run our ways, doin R&B
I'll, creep creep, blink blink

Cross your $$# over, take it from me
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Look out now, here I come-ah

Golddiggers, this you gets none of
Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)


[Chorus]

[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]

Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz
White tank top, cran-apple trim
Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems

Dice hands 'side both of them
Two rolls and I leave with a stack
Off to the club, G's in in the back

V.I.P. ^!$$% beez like that
When you gettin that money my ^!$$% (get.. this.. mo-ney)
I spit this for my riders

Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers
We can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)
Young H-O-V-A

And the boy R. Kel', you know how we play
For that fetti, mayne, we'll let the lead rang
You young boyz ain't ready
You don't know NANN a ^!$$% to NEAR Jigga
to NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel'

Yeah it's money, recognize the smell
And we up out this (*##$, yell

[Chorus]


[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]
Gettin that money my ^!$$%
Ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I gotta laugh at this %#@! (get.. this.. money)

Gettin this money my ^!$$%
Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh
Oh it's too late to get scared ^!$$%z (get.. this.. mo-ney)
It's way too late now..
.. gettin this money my ^!$$% (get.. this.. mo-ney)


[Chorus + Jay-Z ad libs]

[J] Gettin that money my ^!$$%

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