Got Money (Feat. T-Pain)

Pl-Pl-Play-N—Play-N—Play-N-Skillz Yeah, yeah I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money Woo Uh-huh Right now to the VIP section Woo, yeah You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby Yeah Yeah Haha, yeah Uh-huh Young ay-hey Young, Young, Young, Young Mula baby Chorus: T-Pain If you got money yeah and you know it yeah Then 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 getting 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 Verse 1: Lil Wayne Yeah, uh-huh, alright, alright Now I was bouncing through the club She love the way I Diddy-bop I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked Now where your bar at I'm tryin' to 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 Chorus: T-Pain, Lil Wayne, Both If you got money yeah and you know it yeah Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like yeah Fly This-a-way fly that-a-way Fly This-a-way fly that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see yeah Then hang over the wall of the VIP like come on Fly This-a-way fly that-a-way come on Fly This-a-way fly that-a-way Verse 2: Lil Wayne Streets It go one for the money, two for the show Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll Chris Like some clap on lights in this bitch I'mma be clappin' 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 nothing to a big dog And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains I'm in so much ice, they yell Skate, Wayne She wanna fuck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne And I'mma let her Chorus: T-Pain Lil Wayne, Both If you got money yeah and you know it yeah Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like uh-huh Fly This-a-way fly, uh-huh that-a-way uh-huh Fly This-a-way fly, uh-huh that-a-way yeah If you getting mugged from everybody you see yeah, uh Then hang over the wall of the VIP like Verse 3: Lil Wayne Okay, it's young Wayne on them hoes A.K.A Mr. Make-it-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Like ayy And everybody say Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella 'Ella, 'ella, 'ella, ayy 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 fuckin' if you not thick And I'll cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit So Rolex watch this, I do it, four, five, six 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 Chorus: T-Pain If you got money yeah and you know it yeah Then 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 getting 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 Outro: Lil Wayne 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 Uh-huh... Um, Young Mula, baby