Jay Z – Get This Money

American musician Jay-Z unties new music titled Get This Money” kindly check out the song mp3 download lyrics below.

Get This Money Lyrics By Jay-Z

Yeah yeah
Damn it’s hot
Like a muh’fucker
Yo Jigga
Whas up my nigga?
Pop that water
Fo’schizzle! Hahahahaha
Yeah
Get you mind right, c’mon
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh uh-uh – getting that money my nigga
Woo woo woo woo
You better call the muh’fucking cops
This is a crime, uh-uh, let’s go

Keys to the Bentley, off to the club
Switching 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 (uh)
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, keeping up trauma
Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holler)

You got what I want; I got what you need
Let’s put it together; get, this, money
You got what I want; I got what you need
Let’s put it together; get, this, money

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 lighting up my shoulders (bling!)
See y’all niggas 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 doing 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 (holler)

You got what I want; I got what you need
Let’s put it together; get, this, money
You got what I want; I got what you need
Let’s put it together; get, this, money

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 getting that money, my nigga (get this money)
I spit this for my riders
Twenty-inch rims and wide-body drivers
We can’t let nothing stop us (get this money)
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 none a nigga 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 bitch, yell, Kel

You got what I want (geah); I got what you need (geah)
Let’s put it together; get, this, money
You got what I want (geah); I got what you need (geah geah)
Let’s put it together; get, this, money

Getting that money my nigga
Ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I gotta laugh at this shit (get this money)
Getting this money my nigga
Yeah, oh oh oh oh
Oh it’s too late to get scared niggas (get this money)
It’s way too late now
Getting this money my nigga (get this money)

You got what I want; I got what you need (Kel’s)
Let’s put it together; (Young H-O, ha ha) get, this, money (holler)
You got what I want; I got what you need
Let’s put it together; get, this, money
(Getting that money my nigga)

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