Get Money Lyrics
| Song | Get Money |
| Artist | Junior M.A.F.I.A. |
| Album | Conspiracy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo' | |
| Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo | |
| Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home" | |
| Sex all night, mad head in the morn' | |
| Spin my V, smoke all my weed | |
| Tattoo on tit-tie sayin B-I-G, now check it | |
| You wanna be my main squeeze baby | |
| Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby | |
| Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think | |
| Full length mink, fat X and O links | |
| Bracelets to match, conversation was all that | |
| Showed you the safe combinations and all that | |
| Guess you could say youse the one I trusted | |
| Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? | |
| Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot | |
| Took me to court, tried to take all I got | |
| 'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her | |
| "Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?" | |
| My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottie | |
| Come to find out, you was ****in everybody | |
| You knew about me, the fake ID | |
| Cases in Virginia, body in D.C. | |
| Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin | |
| Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin | |
| Lick in the door, wavin the four-four | |
| All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more" | |
| Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial | |
| **** around and made her milkbox material | |
| You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips | |
| 'Cause of you, I'm on some real **** a bitch shit, uhh.. | |
| **** bitches, get money.. **** niggaz, get money [x3] | |
| WHAT? I see mad girls like you | |
| You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot | |
| I'm tellin you though | |
| There AIN'T nobody like me | |
| You just frontin, there's people out like that | |
| Uhh, whoo! Get at me | |
| Whoo, I told you niggaz | |
| Niggaz.. betta grab a seat | |
| Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep | |
| Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet | |
| Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite | |
| Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down | |
| Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound | |
| Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it | |
| Play me like a chicken, thinkin I'm pressed to get it | |
| Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks | |
| Rather count a million while you eat my pussy | |
| Push me to the limit get my feelings in it | |
| Get me open while I'm cummin down your throat | |
| Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga | |
| Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga | |
| Don'tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave. | |
| Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad | |
| Break up affairs lick shots in the air | |
| You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere | |
| Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me | |
| Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine | |
| Yeah what nigga? I ain't got time for this | |
| So what nigga? I'm not tryin to hear that shit | |
| Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits | |
| Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots | |
| Things that make up, for all the games and the lies | |
| Hallmark cards, sayin, "I apologize" | |
| Is you wit me? How could you ever decieve me | |
| But payback's a bitch mother****er, believe me | |
| Naw I ain't gay this aint no lesbo flow | |
| Just a lil somethin, to let you mother****ers know | |
| **** bitches, get money.. **** niggaz, get money …… |
| You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo' | |
| Play Nintendo with CeaseaLeo | |
| Pick up my phone say, " Poppa not home" | |
| Sex all night, mad head in the morn' | |
| Spin my V, smoke all my weed | |
| Tattoo on tittie sayin BIG, now check it | |
| You wanna be my main squeeze baby | |
| Don' tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby | |
| Won' tcha, picture life as my wife just think | |
| Full length mink, fat X and O links | |
| Bracelets to match, conversation was all that | |
| Showed you the safe combinations and all that | |
| Guess you could say youse the one I trusted | |
| Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? | |
| Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot | |
| Took me to court, tried to take all I got | |
| ' Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her | |
| " Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?" | |
| My Moscino hoe, my Versace hottie | |
| Come to find out, you was in everybody | |
| You knew about me, the fake ID | |
| Cases in Virginia, body in D. C. | |
| Woe, oh is me, that' s what I get for trickin | |
| Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin | |
| Lick in the door, wavin the fourfour | |
| All you heard was, " Poppa don' t hit me no more" | |
| Disrespect my click, my shit' s imperial | |
| around and made her milkbox material | |
| You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips | |
| ' Cause of you, I' m on some real a bitch shit, uhh.. | |
| bitches, get money.. niggaz, get money x3 | |
| WHAT? I see mad girls like you | |
| You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot | |
| I' m tellin you though | |
| There AIN' T nobody like me | |
| You just frontin, there' s people out like that | |
| Uhh, whoo! Get at me | |
| Whoo, I told you niggaz | |
| Niggaz.. betta grab a seat | |
| Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep | |
| Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet | |
| Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite | |
| Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down | |
| Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound | |
| Now I' m Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it | |
| Play me like a chicken, thinkin I' m pressed to get it | |
| Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks | |
| Rather count a million while you eat my pussy | |
| Push me to the limit get my feelings in it | |
| Get me open while I' m cummin down your throat | |
| Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga | |
| Don' tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga | |
| Don' tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave. | |
| Blow up spots on bitches because I' m mad | |
| Break up affairs lick shots in the air | |
| You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere | |
| Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me | |
| Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine | |
| Yeah what nigga? I ain' t got time for this | |
| So what nigga? I' m not tryin to hear that shit | |
| Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits | |
| Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots | |
| Things that make up, for all the games and the lies | |
| Hallmark cards, sayin, " I apologize" | |
| Is you wit me? How could you ever decieve me | |
| But payback' s a bitch mother er, believe me | |
| Naw I ain' t gay this aint no lesbo flow | |
| Just a lil somethin, to let you mother ers know | |
| bitches, get money.. niggaz, get money |
| You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo' | |
| Play Nintendo with CeaseaLeo | |
| Pick up my phone say, " Poppa not home" | |
| Sex all night, mad head in the morn' | |
| Spin my V, smoke all my weed | |
| Tattoo on tittie sayin BIG, now check it | |
| You wanna be my main squeeze baby | |
| Don' tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby | |
| Won' tcha, picture life as my wife just think | |
| Full length mink, fat X and O links | |
| Bracelets to match, conversation was all that | |
| Showed you the safe combinations and all that | |
| Guess you could say youse the one I trusted | |
| Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? | |
| Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot | |
| Took me to court, tried to take all I got | |
| ' Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her | |
| " Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?" | |
| My Moscino hoe, my Versace hottie | |
| Come to find out, you was in everybody | |
| You knew about me, the fake ID | |
| Cases in Virginia, body in D. C. | |
| Woe, oh is me, that' s what I get for trickin | |
| Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin | |
| Lick in the door, wavin the fourfour | |
| All you heard was, " Poppa don' t hit me no more" | |
| Disrespect my click, my shit' s imperial | |
| around and made her milkbox material | |
| You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips | |
| ' Cause of you, I' m on some real a bitch shit, uhh.. | |
| bitches, get money.. niggaz, get money x3 | |
| WHAT? I see mad girls like you | |
| You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot | |
| I' m tellin you though | |
| There AIN' T nobody like me | |
| You just frontin, there' s people out like that | |
| Uhh, whoo! Get at me | |
| Whoo, I told you niggaz | |
| Niggaz.. betta grab a seat | |
| Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep | |
| Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet | |
| Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite | |
| Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down | |
| Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound | |
| Now I' m Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it | |
| Play me like a chicken, thinkin I' m pressed to get it | |
| Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks | |
| Rather count a million while you eat my pussy | |
| Push me to the limit get my feelings in it | |
| Get me open while I' m cummin down your throat | |
| Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga | |
| Don' tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga | |
| Don' tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave. | |
| Blow up spots on bitches because I' m mad | |
| Break up affairs lick shots in the air | |
| You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere | |
| Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me | |
| Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine | |
| Yeah what nigga? I ain' t got time for this | |
| So what nigga? I' m not tryin to hear that shit | |
| Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits | |
| Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots | |
| Things that make up, for all the games and the lies | |
| Hallmark cards, sayin, " I apologize" | |
| Is you wit me? How could you ever decieve me | |
| But payback' s a bitch mother er, believe me | |
| Naw I ain' t gay this aint no lesbo flow | |
| Just a lil somethin, to let you mother ers know | |
| bitches, get money.. niggaz, get money |
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