Got Money - Lil Wayne, T-Pain

I need a Winn Dixie grocery bag full of money right now to the VIP section

You got Young Mula in the house tonight baby

Young

Young Mula baby

Got money, and you know it

Take it out your pocket and show it

Then throw it like

This a way

That a way

This a way

That a way

Getting mugged from everybody you see

Then hang over the wall of the VIP like

This a way

That a way

This a way

That a away

We got us bouncing through the club

She love the way I did it but

I see her boyfriend hating like a city cop

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

Said I ain’t never been a chicken but my semi cocked

Now where ya bar at?

I’m trying run it out

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

DJ showed them love, he said 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)

Got money, and you know it

Take it out your pocket and show it

Then throw it like

This a way

That a way

This a way

That a way

Getting mugged from everybody you see

Then hang over the wall of the VIP like

This a way

That a way

This a way

That a away

It go 1 for the money, 2 for the show

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

yeah, like some clap on lights in this bitch

I’mma be clapping all night in this bitch

Lights off, mask on, creep silent

She smiling

He mugging, who cares

'Cause my goons, are right here

Like it’s nothing, to a big dog

And I’m a Great Dane, I wear 8 chains

I mean so much ice, they yell, «Skate, Wayne!»

She wanna fuck Weezy

She wanna rape Wayne

Got money, and you know it

Take it out your pocket and show it

Then throw it like

This a way

That a way

This a way

That a way

Getting mugged from everybody you see

Then hang over the wall of the VIP like

OK it’s young Wayne on them hoes

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

Like yeah, and everybody say it

Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day

Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella

Ella, Ella, Ella, Eh

Bitch ain’t shit but a hoe and a trick

But you know it ain’t tricking if you got it

You know we ain’t fucking, 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 pip

And just like it I blow that shit

'Cause, bitch I’m the bomb like TICK, TICK

(Bitch!)

Got money, and you know it

Take it out your pocket and show it

Then throw it like

This a way

That a way

This a way

That a way

Getting mugged from everybody you see

Then hang over the wall of the VIP like

This a way

That a way

This a way

That a away

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

Um, Young Mula baby!