Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daddy Get That Cash, artist - Styles. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Daddy Get That Cash |
| It’s Lil’Mo, holla at me Get that cash daddy |
| 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 |
| Don’t 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 Rodeo Drive, 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 'lil smaller than mine |
| That’s a down ass chick, and she keep it real |
| So I’ma keep it real back all of the time |
| Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm goin ta get it, I’m goin ta get it) |
| Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm goin ta get it, I’m goin ta get it) |
| Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm goin ta get it, I’m goin ta get it) |
| Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm goin ta get it, I’m goin ta get it) |
| 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 that 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 her then her 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 fucked up, and get fucked 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 coke 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 ass |
| 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 ass, I pay the phone and the rent |
| But keep it real Boo, you pay the Conair |
| If I get knocked, she in the BI room |
| With some money on my books, give weed to a nigga |
| Don’t worry about shit, 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 coke |
| Holiday Styles, dick one shot for the door |
| And it’s sorta like we Bonnie and Clyde |
| I load the ooby up, she gon roll the booby 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 |