Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money (Feat. Twista), artist - Bizzy Bone. Date of issue: 24.12.2007
Song language: English
Money (Feat. Twista) |
| After Platinum Records |
| Let’s get this money '07 style |
| Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy |
| Gotta get that money money, gotta get that money money money money |
| Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy |
| Gotta get that money money, gotta get that money money money money money |
| I don’t give a fuck what they sayin! |
| Buck buck buck buuuuuuck! |
| I’m ridin a Caddy and daddy I’m rollin it sadly, but I don’t mind |
| If they laughin at me the movie I hardly think that they be singin singin |
| I never gave up on my lady, but she still ain’t listenin to me Gotta let them 24's spin, chins ain’t chippin or flippin |
| And let me get another victim again, gain-gain-gain-gain |
| Whether they don’t gimme any Henn’or befriend them, when they say I was |
| But I been right here cuz, you know what it is, you know what it was |
| So they wanna move dude, what’chu gotta do, who? |
| Not me I said I’m glossin, and who you thought of flossin baby |
| Baby I’m not 'Pac though, and I’m not God, no! |
| But I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee |
| Mo’money money money money money money, in the face of the crowd |
| Plottin now, I don’t need no pride to hide, oh wow, oh wow |
| Mo’money money, in the face of the crowd |
| Plottin now, I don’t need no pride to hide, oh wow |
| But baby I’m not 'Pac, no! |
| (buck buck buck buck buuuuuuck!) |
| You knocked out by the Windy City southpaw |
| No cookin in the kitchen homie we put out raw |
| Midwest outlaw, fuck with it? |
| I doubt y’all |
| Somewhere between Chi-Town and Cleveland is where they found y’all |
| Rollin through the alley in a Caddy |
| throwin cali’s at the haters, oh what a pity |
| When they hit a nigga gristle rockin city after city |
| they gon’ask, «Is he doin it with Bizzy?» |
| And you know why they done that (why?) |
| Because we two of the coldest motherfuckers |
| to spit these fast lyrics on one track |
| Buck 'em with a lyrical bullet in the body |
| because I gotta get the fire know the shit don’t stop |
| Pull up in a Lamborghini or the Ferrari |
| other one gotta get the props so I gotta get the drop |
| Gotta get the dough and get the money money |
| I could really feel it when I hear they comin for me Try to get it if you think you feelin kinda lucky |
| Twin glocks so you know you better bring a buddy |
| And I got the ammunition for anybody |
| that wanna go against the Midwest Militia |
| A whole cripple the competition for Bizzy |
| A whole cripple the competition for Twista |
| A whole cripple the world because it’s us against it and the shit about the get ugly |
| The static come and hit 'em with the automatic |
| runnin through borough after murder but I’ma go and so I gotta get |
| Buck buck buck buuuuuuck! |
| Me and my brother Twista gettin it crunk |
| and drinkin that Goosey, with 'em a brew |
| Doin whatever we wanna do, get to the club, ain’t nobody knew |
| Thought that we beefin they try to divide the truth |
| Talk about who really started the style |
| How 'bout everyone livin in harmony, look at the army now |
| General 7, the belly is purest and we gonna get it at heaven |
| We dancin our way to the gates, if you comin with me we’ll need every Muslim |
| We human, we’re all in the brethren |
| Veteran deep in the city I pity the fool who jump out of this fake |
| What do I look like massagin the thought |
| when they come with the matrix and say that we 'fraid |
| We’ll never break, 'member that conny and Twista |
| we’re gonna go through the fire |
| Never expire, give it the way that they want it they’ll front on you if you tired (what about) |
| Money you tell me what’s money to you, pay for the rappers and corporates |
| The office that burn wood, but the burn good and the brain wave |
| Puts the energy certainly, I don’t have time for emergencies |
| Baby the word and we walk with the covenant |
| Party and poppin the melody baby, I know that the ladies be lovin it Brush the dust, enemies way, get 'em a drink, we look too lovely |
| The spirit is present and never be hesitant |
| Twista and Bizzy, we gettin this money nucca |