Fabolous

Fabolous - Get Yo Money lyrics

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[Intro: Talking] Wanna start makin some real money?



[Fabolous:] yeah yeah



[Chorus: Fabolous]

Get ya money money fuck them broke niggas

Get ya money money fuck them broke niggas

Get ya money money fuck them broke niggas

Get ya money money



[Verse 1: Fabolous]

Now I could ride through and scoop up a shooter

I find a nigga that could spot a whore like a hooper recruiter

Then I sit 'em on the stoop with the Ruger

Cause them groupie intruders'll

rush ya spot like a group of them Lugers

I got a one, two as super as Judah's

For them niggas thats *disturbing the peace* like the group who with Luda

And I just met the connect who hit Snoop with his buddah

So I'm probably lookin as high as Jupiter to ya

Shorty say I'm cute, but in the coupe I be cuter (damn)

Explain, she gives me brain like she Superhead's tutor

On another note, she like Betty Crock

With ready rocks

Get pounds of that shit that smell like sweaty socks

But I did my share of choppin' and baggin'

Swappin' and draggin'

Poppin' the Mag in

And gotta see to believe just stop and imagine

I'm shoppin' with swag in

Poppin' them tags in (yeah)

I do alot of shit poppin' and braggin'

and flip my middle finger as I hop in the wagon nigga

I'm too fly for the hi and goodbyes

And the hate is too obvious to try to disguise

I keep my hand on my gun, my eye on the prize

High as the skies

Nah pimp I ain't suprised (come on)

I knew you would like it

Maybe I'm psychic

Thought you would love it

You know they can't get enough of it (come on)

And every verse was cold

My first one sold

And as a matter of fact my worst was gold

I'm as good as any rapper you know

Capital -L capital -O capital -S capital -O

You rappin' too slow

I laugh at ya flow

I'm about ta force niggas go back to trappin' for dough

And I grew up with the arm they be hatin' since knee high

Thats why me and Cain is like Payton and Eli (yeah)

Strong like the Clitzgos

Ball like we crazy

Splurge like skitzos

You see the way my shits froze (damn)

And its hangin' off me like icicles

I used to pedal hard but its not on bicycles (no)

This is way back when everybody would buy nickels

Nigga I was blowin' through them lincolns like the  tunnel

'97 3 quarter minkin' in the tunnel

God damn you got a nigga thinkin' of them bundles



[Chorus: Fabolous]

Get ya money money fuck them broke niggas

Get ya money money fuck them broke bitches

Get ya money money fuck them broke niggas

Get ya money money

Get ya money money money

Get ya money money fuck them broke niggas

Get ya money money fuck them broke bitches

Get ya money money fuck them broke niggas

Get ya money money

Get ya money money money



[Talking:]

You know what this is?

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS!?

Chump change

But it belongs to me

I don't care if its a million dollars

I don't care if its a hundred dollars

I DON'T CARE IF ITS 20 DOLLARS!

When you take something thats mine

You spit in my face

And it hurts me
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