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juvenile - we be gettin money (feat. shawty lo, dorrough and kango slim) lyrics

[intro: x3]
i get plenty cheese, plenty plenty cheese {yeahhhh}

break!!!

[hook: x2]
while you n-ggas steady talkin, we be gettin money
24/7 on the grizzy that’s how we hustlin
we be gettin money, we be gettin money
we be gettin money over you we gettin money

[juvenile]
i bleed lighter fluid, i’m on my barbecue
so keep you guard up boy ‘fore i target you
i get plenty cheese, i’m a li’l macaroni
i’m sh-ttin on ’em like my money got a bladder on it
thug, you hustling with a gangster, put a saddle on it
get rid of beef like a trunkload of cattle on me
i done married the game, you missed the ceremony
that b-tch got papers on me, got me on alimony
the mayor went and told the chief to put a handle on me
tourists visitin’ to see what’s all the pandemony
i parked the benz, slanged and went and got the phanton on em
they tried to tune a n-gga out, i changed the channel on em
b-tches fallin in love, they burnin candles on me
meanwhile these n-ggas schemin and scammin on me
go ‘head and hate, keep on, run in to what i carry on me
i’m at the plate with the bat, i’m doin the barry homey!

[hook]

[shawty lo]
gene gene with the thing now it’s buckwild
shoot a n-gga, i ain’t care, went to juvenile
when i came home, it was ninety-six
got a introduce, to the money b-tch
all i want is bread, now i’m hood rich
bankhead shawty, let’s do this
f-ck it i’m so rich, so i bless my wrists
a hundred carats, you silly rabbit
i won’t stop now, i had to elevate
i’m a millionaire, and i ain’t graduate
i’m ballin up the boozy, i gotta stomach ache
don’t ever wake up, yeah my life great

[hook]

they tried to tune a n-gga out, i changed the channel on me [x2]

[dorrough]
i’m somethin like a pimp, with a b-tch to please
from the hood so i’ll take a b-tch to mickey d’s
i get plenty money, i get plenty cheese
livin life high since the first day i hit the weed
bought a lambo, which now means i get to speed
never know what i’ma do they call me mr. trickysleeves
lil’ momma out of line? i tell her hit the trees
krystal wanna spend the night i told her wait ’til vickie leaves
d-o-double-r, oh you can’t forget g
h-town, d-town, on my way to t-town
n.y.c. me, watch me break a beat down
lose a b-tch, grab a badder b-tch off the rebound
see a hater slide him, before my n-ggas him
screamin money ain’t a problem, watch me stick him up and rob him
24 cal, light weap’ revolver
n-gga try to come between the money that’s a problem solver

[hook]

break!!!

- juvenile lyrics

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