Jay-z Amp R Kelly Get This Money Lyrics

Get This Money Lyrics

[J] Yeah yeah



 [R] Damn it's hot



 [J] Like a muh'fucker



 [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'fuckin 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



 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