[J] Yeah yeah
[R] d*** it's hot
[J] Like a muh'f*****
[R] Yo Jigga
[J] Whassup my n****?
[R] Pop that water
[J] Fo'schizzle!
[both laughing]
[R] Yeah
[J] Get'cha mind right, see'mon
[Jay-Z]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my n****
(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)
You better call the muh'f***** 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 want to get with a bruh
But why'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 why'all n***** know why'all need to grow up
Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)
Busters want to hoop with me
Want to run our ways, doin R&B
I'll, creep creep, blink blink
Cross your a** 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. n**** beez like that
When you gettin that money my n**** (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 n**** 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 b****, yell
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]
Gettin that money my n****
Ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I gotta laugh at this s*** (get.. this.. money)
Gettin this money my n****
Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh
Oh it's too late to get scared n***** (get.. this.. mo-ney)
It's way too late now..
... gettin this money my n**** (get.. this.. mo-ney)
[Chorus + Jay-Z ad libs]
[J] Gettin that money my n****
[R] d*** it's hot
[J] Like a muh'f*****
[R] Yo Jigga
[J] Whassup my n****?
[R] Pop that water
[J] Fo'schizzle!
[both laughing]
[R] Yeah
[J] Get'cha mind right, see'mon
[Jay-Z]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my n****
(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)
You better call the muh'f***** 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 want to get with a bruh
But why'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 why'all n***** know why'all need to grow up
Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)
Busters want to hoop with me
Want to run our ways, doin R&B
I'll, creep creep, blink blink
Cross your a** 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. n**** beez like that
When you gettin that money my n**** (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 n**** 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 b****, yell
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]
Gettin that money my n****
Ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I gotta laugh at this s*** (get.. this.. money)
Gettin this money my n****
Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh
Oh it's too late to get scared n***** (get.. this.. mo-ney)
It's way too late now..
... gettin this money my n**** (get.. this.. mo-ney)
[Chorus + Jay-Z ad libs]
[J] Gettin that money my n****