Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Got Money, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Tha Carter III, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Got Money |
I need a Winn Dixie grocery bag full of money right now to the VIP section |
You got Young Mula in the house tonight baby |
Young |
Young Mula baby |
Got money, and you know it |
Take it out your pocket and show it |
Then throw it like |
This a way |
That a way |
This a way |
That a way |
Getting mugged from everybody you see |
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like |
This a way |
That a way |
This a way |
That a away |
We got us bouncing through the club |
She love the way I did it but |
I see her boyfriend hating like a city cop |
Now I ain’t never been a chicken but my fifty cocked |
Said I ain’t never been a chicken but my semi cocked |
Now where ya bar at? |
I’m trying run it out |
And we so bout it bout it, now what are you bout? |
DJ showed them love, he said my name when the music stop |
Young money Lil Wayne, then the music drop |
I make it snow, I make it flurry |
I make it all back tomorrow don’t worry |
Yeah Young Wayne on them hoes |
AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes |
(Young money) |
Got money, and you know it |
Take it out your pocket and show it |
Then throw it like |
This a way |
That a way |
This a way |
That a way |
Getting mugged from everybody you see |
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like |
This a way |
That a way |
This a way |
That a away |
It go 1 for the money, 2 for the show |
Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll (Chris) |
yeah, like some clap on lights in this bitch |
I’mma be clapping all night in this bitch |
Lights off, mask on, creep silent |
She smiling |
He mugging, who cares |
'Cause my goons, are right here |
Like it’s nothing, to a big dog |
And I’m a Great Dane, I wear 8 chains |
I mean so much ice, they yell, «Skate, Wayne!» |
She wanna fuck Weezy |
She wanna rape Wayne |
Got money, and you know it |
Take it out your pocket and show it |
Then throw it like |
This a way |
That a way |
This a way |
That a way |
Getting mugged from everybody you see |
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like |
OK it’s young Wayne on them hoes |
AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes |
Like yeah, and everybody say it |
Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day |
Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella |
Ella, Ella, Ella, Eh |
Bitch ain’t shit but a hoe and a trick |
But you know it ain’t tricking if you got it |
You know we ain’t fucking, if you not thick |
And I’ll cool your ass down if you think you hot shit |
So Rolex watch this I do it four five six |
My click-clack goes the black four pip |
And just like it I blow that shit |
'Cause, bitch I’m the bomb like TICK, TICK |
(Bitch!) |
Got money, and you know it |
Take it out your pocket and show it |
Then throw it like |
This a way |
That a way |
This a way |
That a way |
Getting mugged from everybody you see |
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like |
This a way |
That a way |
This a way |
That a away |
Yeah it’s Young Wayne on them hoes |
AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes |
Yeah young Wayne on them hoes |
Make a stripper fall in love T-Pain on them hoes |
Um, Young Mula baby! |