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Lil Wayne T-Wayne - Got Money Lyrics



Lil Wayne T-Wayne - Got Money Lyrics
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(Play-N-Skillz)
Yeah, yeah
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
Yeah, come on
Yeah, Young (hey 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

Now I was bouncing through the club, she loved the way I Diddy-Bop
I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop
Now, I ain't never been a chicken but my fitty 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
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes (Young Money)

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 (Streets)
That'a way

It go one for the money, two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll (Chris)
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
I'ma be clapping all night in this bitch
Lights off, mask on
Creep silent, she smiling
He muggin', 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 mean so much ice, they yell "Skate, Wayne!"
She wanna f*ck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne

If you got money (And I'ma let her)
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

OK, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes, like hey
And everybody say, "Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day?"
Bring a umbrella, please bring a umbrella
'ella, 'ella, 'ella, eh
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 f*cking if you not thick
And I cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit
So Rolex-watch this, I do it four, five, six my click
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)
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, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes
Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love
T-Pain on them hoes, aha

Umm, Young Mula baby
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(Play-N-Skillz)
Yeah, yeah
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
Yeah, come on
Yeah, Young (hey 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

Now I was bouncing through the club, she loved the way I Diddy-Bop
I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop
Now, I ain't never been a chicken but my fitty 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
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes (Young Money)

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 (Streets)
That'a way

It go one for the money, two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll (Chris)
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
I'ma be clapping all night in this bitch
Lights off, mask on
Creep silent, she smiling
He muggin', 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 mean so much ice, they yell "Skate, Wayne!"
She wanna f*ck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne

If you got money (And I'ma let her)
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

OK, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes, like hey
And everybody say, "Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day?"
Bring a umbrella, please bring a umbrella
'ella, 'ella, 'ella, eh
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 f*cking if you not thick
And I cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit
So Rolex-watch this, I do it four, five, six my click
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)
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, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes
Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love
T-Pain on them hoes, aha

Umm, Young Mula baby
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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Faheem Najm, Juan Salinas, Oscar Salinas
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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