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