Money (Feat. Twista) - Bizzy Bone, Twista

After Platinum Records

Let’s get this money '07 style

Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy

Gotta get that money money, gotta get that money money money money

Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy

Gotta get that money money, gotta get that money money money money money

I don’t give a fuck what they sayin!

Buck buck buck buuuuuuck!

I’m ridin a Caddy and daddy I’m rollin it sadly, but I don’t mind

If they laughin at me the movie I hardly think that they be singin singin

I never gave up on my lady, but she still ain’t listenin to me Gotta let them 24's spin, chins ain’t chippin or flippin

And let me get another victim again, gain-gain-gain-gain

Whether they don’t gimme any Henn’or befriend them, when they say I was

But I been right here cuz, you know what it is, you know what it was

So they wanna move dude, what’chu gotta do, who?

Not me I said I’m glossin, and who you thought of flossin baby

Baby I’m not 'Pac though, and I’m not God, no!

But I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Mo’money money money money money money, in the face of the crowd

Plottin now, I don’t need no pride to hide, oh wow, oh wow

Mo’money money, in the face of the crowd

Plottin now, I don’t need no pride to hide, oh wow

But baby I’m not 'Pac, no!

(buck buck buck buck buuuuuuck!)

You knocked out by the Windy City southpaw

No cookin in the kitchen homie we put out raw

Midwest outlaw, fuck with it?

I doubt y’all

Somewhere between Chi-Town and Cleveland is where they found y’all

Rollin through the alley in a Caddy

throwin cali’s at the haters, oh what a pity

When they hit a nigga gristle rockin city after city

they gon’ask, «Is he doin it with Bizzy?»

And you know why they done that (why?)

Because we two of the coldest motherfuckers

to spit these fast lyrics on one track

Buck 'em with a lyrical bullet in the body

because I gotta get the fire know the shit don’t stop

Pull up in a Lamborghini or the Ferrari

other one gotta get the props so I gotta get the drop

Gotta get the dough and get the money money

I could really feel it when I hear they comin for me Try to get it if you think you feelin kinda lucky

Twin glocks so you know you better bring a buddy

And I got the ammunition for anybody

that wanna go against the Midwest Militia

A whole cripple the competition for Bizzy

A whole cripple the competition for Twista

A whole cripple the world because it’s us against it and the shit about the get ugly

The static come and hit 'em with the automatic

runnin through borough after murder but I’ma go and so I gotta get

Buck buck buck buuuuuuck!

Me and my brother Twista gettin it crunk

and drinkin that Goosey, with 'em a brew

Doin whatever we wanna do, get to the club, ain’t nobody knew

Thought that we beefin they try to divide the truth

Talk about who really started the style

How 'bout everyone livin in harmony, look at the army now

General 7, the belly is purest and we gonna get it at heaven

We dancin our way to the gates, if you comin with me we’ll need every Muslim

We human, we’re all in the brethren

Veteran deep in the city I pity the fool who jump out of this fake

What do I look like massagin the thought

when they come with the matrix and say that we 'fraid

We’ll never break, 'member that conny and Twista

we’re gonna go through the fire

Never expire, give it the way that they want it they’ll front on you if you tired (what about)

Money you tell me what’s money to you, pay for the rappers and corporates

The office that burn wood, but the burn good and the brain wave

Puts the energy certainly, I don’t have time for emergencies

Baby the word and we walk with the covenant

Party and poppin the melody baby, I know that the ladies be lovin it Brush the dust, enemies way, get 'em a drink, we look too lovely

The spirit is present and never be hesitant

Twista and Bizzy, we gettin this money nucca