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[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

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