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styles p - i get money lyrics

[intro: jadakiss]
i got it
i got it
i got it, n+gga
i run the hood
i got it
i got it
i got it

[verse 1: styles p]
what up?
don’t listen to the hook, listen to the crook
i got the hoodie and the mask on coming for the jooks
if i ain’t got sh+t, but a pocket full of lint
got a fully loaded 45, hooptie with the tints
nah, i get money, money i got
if not, i have some when i get off your block
like jail you could p+ss off or get off the pot
we rob your whole crew, you won’t even get off a shot
ain’t a blood but i get red, d+ckhead
i throw the gun to your b+tch head like, “open the safe”
if she don’t, you won’t believe how i open her face
cut her up, throw her body parts all over the place
a little man wanna f+ck her them cum in her assh0l+
i’m thinkin’, “why i even give a gun to this rascal?”
now you don’t want no type of hassle
you the king ’til the ghost run+up in your castle
know i’m gonna load it up
point ’em out, i’ll hold ’em up
like a newborn baby, i f+ck around and throw ’em up
nine mil shiny, little man behind me
f+ck about rap, n+gga, i’m still mad grimy
like cash but i ain’t multi
got a new blade, neck need a new bowtie
the lil’ mama like, “daddy, why you get so high?”
we stay grounded and rob n+ggas to get so fly
feel me
’bout to rob these n+ggas of rap
what up to my n+ggas who cap, i got my mind on crack
or my mind on gats
run up on the kid, i’ma c+ck it back
i’ll put your little spine on lap
now the ghost probably smokin’ the roach blunt
team of little grimy n+ggas to listen and do what the coach want
now i get money, money i got
i let the shotgun go on your block
what up?
[verse 2: jadakiss]
only talk what i live, y’all
real sh+t, old fashioned bars these n+ggas ain’t able to give y’all
take it back like velours and diadors
we amor, the 4 5th and the 44
i ain’t gotta tell you i get it, ’cause you know i got it
risk my freedom to get what i got in the closet
far as what i got in the bank came from a few rhymes that i had in the tank
if i ain’t have the burner on me then i had me a shank
in the cut, with a dutch ’bout to have me a drank
that’s two hundred on the dash, the engine is funny
i’m swimmin’ in money, n+gga
still spendin’ benjaman money
i could drop with a royal flush on ’em
my moon men in grammys got dust on ’em
please, look
they illin’, trust me
j chillin’
but still got crack in the section 8 villa
put your money on ’em, bet i blow ’em away
and i don’t even wash clothes, i just throw ’em away
i just had 50 p’s, let ’em go in a day
these other n+ggas just talkin’, i could show them the way
i’m from the reagan era, way before bush came
and the juice came in the same package the kush came
trained to snuff a n+gga, i ain’t with the push games
i been getting money from back then, what your name?
[outro: jadakiss]
i got it
i got it

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