Watch out now
Yea, yeah, uh, uh
Mm, mm
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
Watch out now
Aiyo my songs on, I gotta get my grub on some to, to
I love to, to
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 candela, if you foolin wit mah cheddah
Hardrock, ever since, junior high suela
Fly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get up
Im fed up, niggaz wanna bring it, whatever
Ima storm your parade blow your legs off
Parade
With a grenade, now you flappin, like a mermaid
Yappin off, bitch you cough at the lips
While Im 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 fcking guy
Hows that yo? Its hard for you to swallow
It dont take much for us to let the metal holla
Leads bustin out of a old black Impala
Thug nigga only fck wit, muchacha malla
Big Ju, dime lo conllo, how we do? How we do?
How we do
How the girl dont only love me, they love you
Whatchu gonna do?
What, what, what?
Nigga whatchu gonna do?
What, yo
Heres 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 motherfcker wont change
Beatnuts, forever die hard, 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 aint 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
Its over you dead, Ranger Rover, both of your legs
Til both of us said, platinum gettin took this year
Cause for real, there aint nothin but crooks in here, nigga
Hows that yo? Its hard for you to swallow
It dont take much for us to let the metal holla
Leads bustin out of a old black Impala
Thug nigga only fck wit, muchacha malla
Big Ju, dime lo conllo, how we do? How we do?
How we do
How the girl dont only love me, they love you
Whatchu gonna do?
What, what, what?
Nigga whatchu gonna do?
What, yo
Beatnuts last line
Whatcha gon do when Beatnuts come through baby
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
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Throw your hands up, throw your hands up
Get money, get money
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up