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R. Kelly

"Get This Money"

[Intro: Jay-Z, R. Kelly & Both]
Yeah yeah
Damn it's hot
Like a muh'f*cker
Yo Jigga
Whassup my n*gga?
Pop that water
Fo'schizzle! Hahahahaha
Yeah
Get'cha mind right, c'mon
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

[Verse 1: 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 (uhh)
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

[Verse 2: R. Kelly (Jay-Z)]
Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, ménage à 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*ggas know y'all need to grow up
Your album ain't out, 'cause I'm the hold up (ha)
Busters wanna hoop with me
Well I weren't always 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
Gold diggers, this you gets none of
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

[Verse 3: 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 boys ain't ready
You don't know NANN a n*gga to go NEAR Jigga
To do NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel'
Yeah it's money, recognize the smell
And we up out this b*tch, yell, Kel...

[Chorus: R. Kelly (Jay-Z)]
You got what I want (geah); I got what you need (geah)
Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney
You got what I want (geah); I got what you need (geah geah)
Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney

[Break: 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*ggas (get.. this.. mo-ney)
It's way too late now..
.. gettin' this money my n*gga (get.. this.. mo-ney)

[Chorus: R. Kelly (Jay-Z)]
You got what I want; I got what you need (Kel's)
Let's put it together; (Young H-O, haha) get, this, mo-ney (holla)
You got what I want; I got what you need
Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney
(Gettin that money my n*gga)

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