Get Your Money Right – The Game (feat. Dr Dre & Jay Z)
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You gotta get it get it Get it playa Count all the cash up You gotta get it, get it, get it
See stops signs and red lights, I hear gun shots and street fights Ambulance sirens holler in the late night It’s murder, Compton nigga it don’t stop Fuck the world, Dre’ll blow it up If you down throw it up soak it up like a sponge, baby I’m sweepin up all the crumbs daily It all add up, it’s about to get fucked the fuck up Shut the fuck up or get fucked the fuck up For real nigga, keep your eyes on your women nigga Pass the lemon, squeeze it in Hennessey nigga It’s all with me, let the mob kiss you Affiliation is my job, forever I’m a paid man A brave manI sip the Henny down to nothin’ What you know about the knock you got from Doc huh? It’s nothing’, it’s all money and cream Gasoline so supreme it’s third under the greens
Get your money right Don’t be worried ’bout the next man Make sure your business tight Get your money right Go inside the safe, grab your stash that you copped tonight You gotta get your money right Be an international player Don’t be scared to catch those red eye flights You better get your money right Cause when you out there on the streets, you gotta get it, get it
If you ain’t in it for the money then get out the game Motherfuckas’ better think ‘fore they spit out my name I’ve been known to have tone, shit out the frame Load up the clip and aim, listen If you ain’t in it for the dough your rhymin’ the blah I hit you with an O you’ll be the crime in your block If you wanna sell a million motherfucker then ride You know we come through with the glacier You’ll be blabbin you blah And our homes be spacious like a million and dot I be holdin your bracelets tryin’ to steal at your shot Been a villian since I can remember 4 wheelin’ the plot Sell crack, make a million and stop, feel me?
Get your money right Don’t be worried ’bout the next man Make sure your business tight Get your money right Go inside the safe, grab your stash that you copped tonight You gotta get your money right Be an international player Don’t be scared to catch those red eye flights You better get your money right Cause when you out there on the streets, you gotta get it, get it
Yeah From Compton to the Brooklyn zoo I’m classic like Detox and Blueprint too I went from Whoo Kid’s and the DJ Clue’s To signing autographs on G-Unit shoes Y’all thought it was over after Hova retired ‘Till I pulled up in that Rover on 24 inch wires Under the limo tint spittin’ that gang bang lingo The kid get 20 thou’ for a show with no single So how the fuck could you judge me Nigga’s push but they can’t budge me Nigga’s sayin’ fuck me See me in the lowrider, nigga’s try to mug me Then I hop out, nigga’s try to dap me and hug me See me in my red converse, nigga’s wanna cause me But bloods be the reason these street niggas love me The same reason your bitch wanna suck me You niggas ain’t artists you just paint pictures of me
Get your money right Don’t be worried ’bout the next man Make sure your business tight Get your money right Go inside the safe, grab your stash that you copped tonight You gotta get your money right Be an international player Don’t be scared to catch those red eye flights You better get your money right Cause when you out there on the streets, you gotta get it, get it