Get the Money

[Hi-C] Ey yo Quik (What's up dogg?) I was hollerin' at LL, right? (Uh-huh) And he said uh... "Yo god, man you gotta give me some heat" (That's right, what you say?) I said "Yo L, c'mon man, you know how we do" We do what we do... check this out - Money-money make the world go 'round And homie if you got it you can damn sure clown Flyin' in and out of town, party over here Look at you tryin' to be Baller of the Year Now what you hear is not a test Comin' from the kingpins of the Wild Wild West Grab your nine milla' and your bulletproof vest A ticket to Atlanta with a gang of sex Yes, it's 'bout time I get mine Big pimpin' goin' on and you a step behind Nigga get off ya ass (When there's money to be made) Stop livin' with your moms (Cause there's bills to be paid) You treat her like a maid, she cook and clean While yo' ass on the couch watchin' her big screen Since the age of 19 I was on my own In the zone, out there straight gettin' it on When you're broke you're alone And I love humpin' me them big booty hoes Steady tryin' to hump me... the more money, more freaks So you better get payed this week [Chorus: El DeBarge] Money, yeah I gots to get it y'all... Ooh ooh ooh ooh, money... I gots to have it y'all... [DJ Quik] It's a rich mans world nigga And it's gon' take about a billion to get like I wanna be chillin' The feelin' is mutual for niggas that wanna grind too Let DJ Quik and my nigga Crawford remind you dude You needs to get out on the frontline, on the grind While you lay up on yo' ass and dream of dollar signs Nigga don't you know that money keeps the sex steamin'? So don't be jealous when you see my Lex' gleamin' We talkin' millions, that's what we wanna holla You talkin' G, all section 8 and three-hundred dollars? Nigga what you thinkin'?... fool what you drankin'? Hmm, that's probably the reason your couches is stankin' (Now it would be easier to get up on the county And lay up on yo' ass while you makin' free money Finna get my hustle on, payin' all the taxes That go back to niggas like you on the county) Say it if you feel it, money may be root of the evil But the chips will have you jumpin' shit like Robbie Knievel Fuck thinkin' money buys you happiness, that's just bad But I'd rather be rich and sad, nigga [Chorus: El DeBarge] Money, yeah yeah Gots to get it y'all... Money, yeah yeah Got to have it y'all Talkin' about, talkin' about money... [Hi-C] You the type to borrow money but you don't pay back You don't look out for your homies when they pockets are flat Your mamma workin' hard, steady breakin' her back While you steady seekin' money in that raggedy 'Llac God bless the child who got his own So God blessed your boy with this microphone Stand strong in the zone, get your hustle on Whether it's ballin', babysittin', or slangin' this bone [DJ Quik] A big baller roll call, baby we all here We drink up more money a night than y'all see all year And that half-breed you stressin' dude she call here And we ain't gotta push her down, she fall here Spendin' everything left of the decimal point Take a hit and I'm passin' on the rest of my joint So bring a big check or I'm bringin' the drama With a zero - zero - zero - comma Where my - [Chorus: El DeBarge] Money, yeah yeah Gots to get it y'all... Money, yeah Got to have it y'all Talkin' about, talkin' about money, yeah Talkin' about money... yeah Money, yeah... money... yeah Money, yeah... talkin' about money Yeaaaah... money, yeah, talkin' about money You know I got to have it Money...