Letra de Got Money - Lil Wayne

(Feat. T-Pain)

(Pl-Pl-Play-N, Play-N, Play-N-Skillz)

Yeah, yeah

I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money (Woo, uh-huh)

Right now to the VIP section (Woo, yeah)

You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby (Yeah)

Yeah

Haha, yeah (Uh-huh)

Young (Ayy-hey)

Young, Young, Young, Young Mula, baby

If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah)

Take it out your pocket and show it, then, throw it, like (Fly)

This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly)

This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way

If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see

Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly)

This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly)

This-a-way (Fly) that-a-way (Yeah, uh-huh, alright, alright)

Now, I was bouncin' through the club

She love the way I Diddy-bop

I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop

Now, I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked

Say, I ain't never been a chicken, but my semi cocked

Now, where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out

And we so 'bout it, 'bout it, now what are you about?

DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop

"Young Money, Lil Wayne," then the music drop

I make it snow, I make it flurry

I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry

Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes

AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes, Young Money

If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah)

Then take it out your pocket and show it, then, throw it like (Fly)

This-a-way (Fly) that-a-way (Fly, yeah)

This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way

If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see (Yeah)

Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly, come on)

This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly, come on)

This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Streets)

It go one for the money (Yeah), two for the show (Yeah)

Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll (Chris)

Like some clap-on lights in this bitch

I'ma be clappin' all night in this bitch (Uh-huh)

Lights off (Uh-huh), mask on (Uh-huh)

Creep silent (Uh-huh), she smilin' (Uh)

He mugging, who cares?

'Cause my goons are right here

Like it's nothin' to a big dog

And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains

I'm in so much ice, they yell, "Skate, Wayne"

She wanna fuck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne

If you got money (Yeah, and I'ma let her) and you know it (Yeah)

Then take it out your pocket and show it, then throw it like (Fly, uh-huh)

This-a-way (Fly, uh-huh), that-a-way (Fly, uh-huh)

This-a-way (Fly, uh-huh) that-a-way (Yeah)

If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see (Yeah, uh)

Then hang over the wall of the VIP, like—

Okay, it's Young Wayne on them hoes

AKA Mr. Make-it-Rain-On-Them-Hoes, like ayy

And everybody say

"Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day?"

Bring a umbrella, please bring a umbrella

'Ella, 'ella, 'ella, ayy

Bitch ain't shit but a ho and a trick

But you know it ain't trickin' if you got it

You know we ain't fuckin' if you not thick

And I'll cool your ass down if you think you hot shit

So Rolex watch this, I do it, four-five-six

My click-clack goes the black four-fifth

And just like it, I'll blow that shit

'Cause, bitch, I'm the bomb, like "Tick, tick," biatch

If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah)

Then take it out your pocket and show it, then throw it like (Fly)

This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly)

This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way

If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see

Then hang over the wall of the VIP like

This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly)

This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way

Yeah, it's Young Wayne on them hoes

AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes

Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes

Make a stripper fall in love: T-Pain on them hoes, uh-huh

Um, Young Mula, baby, hahaha

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