Get This Money - Jay-Z feat R. Kelly

[J] Yeah yeah
[R] Damn it's hot
[J] Like a muh'f_cker
[R] Yo Jigga
[J] Whassup my n_gga?
[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 n_gga
(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)
You better call the muh'f_ckin 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 n_ggaz 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. n_gga beez like that
When you gettin that money my n_gga (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 n_gga 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 b_tch, yell

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus] + [Jay-Z ad libs]

[J] Gettin that money my n_gga

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