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 R KELLY - Get This Money Lyrics

[J] Yeah yeah
[R] Damn it's hot
[J] Like a muh'####er
[R] Yo Jigga
[J] Whassup my nigga?
[R] Pop that water
[J] Fo'schizzle!
[both laughing]
[R] Yeah
[J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon

[Jay-Z]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga
[woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..]
You better call the muh'####in cops
This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go

[R. Kelly + [Jay-Z]]
Keys to the Bentley, off to the club
Switchin lanes like what the..
Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh
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But y'all know I don't love no.. [never love her]
She, say, she, slick
I'm, like, baby, please
She, say she's got a man
but what's that got to do with me? [f'real]
Some chicks like low-key
Wrists of, zero degrees
I'm, toxic off the Belve'
Two strippers, in my hotel suite
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Look out now, here I come-ah
For you haters, keepin up trauma
Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up [holla]

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
You got what I want I got what you need
Let's put it together get, this, mo-ney
You got what I want I got what you need
Let's put it together get, this, mo-ney

[R. Kelly + [Jay-Z]]
Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock [woo!]
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP [let's go]
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock [p-YOON]
Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya
Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders [bling!]
See y'all niggaz know y'all need to grow up
Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up [ha]
Busters wanna hoop with me
Wanna run our ways, doin R&B
I'll, creep creep, blink blink
Cross your ass over, take it from me
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Look out now, here I come-ah
Golddiggers, this you gets none of
Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up [holla]

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z + [R. Kelly]]
Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz
White tank top, cran-apple trim
Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems
Dice hands 'side both of them
Two rolls and I leave with a stack
Off to the club, G's in in the back
V.I.P. nigga beez like that
When you gettin that money my nigga [get.. this.. mo-ney]
I spit this for my riders
Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers
We can't let nothin stop us [get.. this.. mo-ney]
Young H-O-V-A
And the boy R. Kel', you know how we play
For that fetti, mayne, we'll let the lead rang
You young boyz ain't ready
You don't know NANN a nigga to NEAR Jigga
to NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel'
Yeah it's money, recognize the smell
And we up out this bitch, yell

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z + [R. Kelly]]
Gettin that money my nigga
Ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I gotta laugh at this shit [get.. this.. money]
Gettin this money my nigga
Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh
Oh it's too late to get scared niggaz [get.. this.. mo-ney]
It's way too late now..
.. gettin this money my nigga [get.. this.. mo-ney]

[Chorus + Jay-Z ad libs]

[J] Gettin that money my nigga