Get This Money Songtext
von Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Yeah
For the love of hoes (It′s high time)
For the love of blow (Silly motherfuckers)
For the love of the hustle
But it's all for the love of the money (Biatch!)


Niggas hangin′ and slangin' that her-on all day
Fuck the NBA, ain't got no time for ball play
Chillin′ in the hallway, my customers they call me
Niggas with guns don′t appall me, see we all beef
Puffin' like Biggie on Flavor In Ya Ear remix
Leavin′ the crib with a minimum of three clips
Drinkin' Hennessy on the corner until I′m seasick
For every fed you youngins see man I see six
Never give a fiend a free fix
'Less I′m testin' the quality
Similar customers follow me (Follow me)
Take it from Rufus
Don't be buyin′ these hoes gold and bubble gooses, it′s useless
Most of 'em boosters smokin′ looses
Drinkin' deuce-deuces (Excuses, excuses)
You tricked on a bitch, licked on a bitch
She sniffin′ your bricks, zooted and sick, slumpin' yo shit
Worthless, and you lovin′ this ho
Wanna get rich? Then let that ho go
Stop killin' yourself

Women shakin' their ass (′Cause they wanna get this money)
Homies actin′ a fool ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Thugs extortin′ ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Fiends shootin′ and snortin' (Man, I gotta get this money)
Women shakin′ their ass ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Homies actin' a fool (′Cause they wanna get this money)
Thugs extortin′ ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Fiends shootin′ and snortin' (Man, I gotta get this money)


Ayo, ayo, you know Bank two and better, icy sweater
Icy chain, glow my icy letters
Put me next to your man, you gon′ like me better
The pipe be better, she want me in her life forever
That ain't me, yo, G got me fuckin′ with them hoes
Only time I throw licks is when my dice get rolled
You know, four, fives, and sixes, all in my garages
That's more than one with hoes, that's menages
With or without G, Banks score regardless
Ask any ho, Bank come off the hardest
Listen, I don′t mingle, my pockets don′t jingle
She know me, I got head before the single
You know how the Mafia do it, big things
Got bitches' lipstick on my pinky ring
Iced out the Franck Muller with the blingy bling
Hundred hoes flood the club, you know the song we sing
Come on

Women shakin′ their ass ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Homies actin′ a fool ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Thugs extortin′ ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Fiends shootin' and snortin′ (Man, I gotta get this money)
Women shakin′ their ass ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Homies actin′ a fool ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Thugs extortin′ ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Fiends shootin′ and snortin' (Man, I gotta get this money)

Yo, I gotta get this paper man, huh?
I gotta get this money, money
Smile in my face, ain't nothin′ funny
Pockets filled with nothin′ but Fransons
You know Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique thick like Luke Dances
Representin' BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards duckin′
While Del Vec is buckin'
Hoes still in the back from fuckin′
Chicken heads be cluckin', cluckin′
My money spendin' ain't nothin′ like them rims
Sprewells on that six-speed twelve
Two thousand and shit
Shake that ass and fuck that shit
Grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
Rub your tits if you love Big Poppa
The Mafia takin′ over the block
Cash stash in bonds and stocks and it won't stop
Keep it goin′ 'til we rise to the top
Rest in peace to B.I.G. and 2Pac
Get this money, man, uh

Women shakin′ their ass ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Homies actin′ a fool ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Thugs extortin' (′Cause they wanna get this money)
Fiends shootin′ and snortin' (Man, I gotta get this money)
Women shakin′ their ass ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Homies actin′ a fool ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Thugs extortin′ ('Cause they wanna get this money)
Fiends shootin' and snortin′ (Man, I gotta get this money)