| Lyrics: | featuring Yellaklaw
"Watch out now!"
Yea, yea.. uh-uh!
Mm-mmm!
Get money, get money!
(Get, get money, get money)
(Get, get money,
get money) Uh-uh!
(Get) GET MONEY, GET MONEY (get that money)
(Get) GET MONEY, GET
MONEY
Yeah, GET MONEY, GET MONEY .. "Listen to the first verse"
"Watch out
now!"
[Psycho Les]
Aiyyo my song's on, I gotta get my grub on some to-to
(I love dough-oh) Order three buckets of Mo'-Mo'
We gettin more dough, off the books
(you gettin gelly)
Pullin more hoes off the looks (you gettin gelly)
You wan' hate
me? Cause your wifey, wants a autograph?
From the look in her eyes, I can see she wants more
than that
When I see fat asses I make fat passes like quarterback
Beatnuts is ALLA
THAT, your shit, ALL THE WACK
Open can-dela, if you foolin wit mah cheddah
Hardrock,
ever since, junior high suela
Fly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get up
I'm fed up, niggaz wanna bring it -- WHATEVER!
I'ma storm your pa-rade (pa-rade) blow your
legs off
with a gre-nade, now you flappin, like a mermaid
Yappin off, bitch you
cough at the lips
while I'm at the bar, baggin, the bartender tips
Then I bag this
chick, with a, "Hi," and the eye
She did the butterfly, rubbin her ass, against my buttonfly
I could ALREADY imagine my shit stuck inside
Everytime I strike, haters be like,
"Dat fucking guy!"
Chorus: Beatnuts + Yellaklaw
How's that yo? It's
hard for you to swallow
It don't take much for us to let the metal holla
Lead's
bustin out of a old black Impala
Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla
Big Ju,
dime lo conllo, how we do?, how we do? (How we do)
(How the girl don't only love me, they
love you!)
Whatchu gonna do? (What, what, what?)
Nigga whatchu gonna do? (What, yo)
[JuJu]
Here's to my pollyin niggaz who campaign
To the killers who be
lovin the chicas and champagne
Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains
Players who be pimpin the hoes with no brains
Front watch a nigga get shot from close range
The most range, crazy motherfucker won't change
Beatnuts, forever diehard, you want
pain?
Cause you walkin outta here breathin is insane
Flip a beat fast, you leave the
club with a heat rash
You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass
I
ain't even know they made a Roley for your cheap ass
Makin me laugh, you was in jail wearin
kneepads
Now the beef has, gotten over your head
It's over you dead, Ranger Rover,
both of your legs
til both of us said, platinum gettin took this year
Cause for
real, there ain't nothin but crooks in here, nigga
Chorus -> Beatnuts last line
"Whatcha gon' do when Beatnuts come through baby!"
[Beatnuts]
(Get money,
get money) Psycho Les
(Get money, get money) Big Ju
(Get money, get money) Beatnuts
(Get money, get money)
(Get money, get money)
(Get money, get money) Throw
your hands up, throw your hands up
(Get money, get money) Throw your hands up, throw your
hands up |
