"Get Yo' Money Right" lyrics

Get your money right
Get your money right (Biatch!)
Get your money right
($hort Dog in the muthafuckin house)

Way back when I made Freaky Tales
In 1988 I was freakin girls
And I fucked a lot of groupies in 89
When I started getting famous if I think she fine
I'ma hit it, I'm back on the road tomorrow
Another show, pussy is short to follow
But don't bother, cause I don't fuck groupies these days
See me with a bitch, best believe she's paid
And love is not what's is not gon be
Ain't talkin' bout money, don't talk to me (Biatch)
And can't choosin' fees, and usually
I blew the trees while she bruised the knees
Let me tell you what happened a few nights ago
Met a bad little bitch, tried to wife a hoe
I always had to had two wifes or mo
But I ain't never seen nothin' that fine before
She got me out there

You want it, I'm on it
You seen my body talkin' (Got me out there)
Excited, you like it
The bag that keeps on rising (She got me out there)

Get your money right
Get your money right
I'ma treat you right baby
Get your money right
Get your money right
Get your money right, baby
I'm so cold, watch while I drop this flow

Light a match up, shawty for reala
Got me beatin' my chest goin' gorilla
Belong in the cinema, she a thriller
More body than a cereal killer
Plus she belong in Pittsburg, she a skilla
Black and yellow gram and hella guap for my team
My white bitch payout like a slot machine
I'm not a pimp baby, I'm just panderin'
It's the ABM with no cameraman
Hard act to follow with more to swallow
So I keep her off that OG brandy by the bottle
Her freak game up, she right out of Sao Paulo
A pipe cleaner for real, she leave you hollow
You hear that?
That's the sound of another lie bitch being born, yes sir
Low heels off, whole heels on
Earn them tricks till I get a million
She got me out there

You want it, I'm on it
You seen my body talkin' (Got me out there)
Excited, you like it
The bag that keeps on rising (She got me out there)

Get your money right
Get your money right
I'ma treat you right baby
Get your money right
Get your money right
Get your money right, baby
I'm so cold, watch while I drop this flow

I caught this bitch outta pocket yesterday
Staring hard at my rims and my candy paint
I said "Shut the fuck up bitch, respect the game"
Iceberg bitch, respect the name
I said the only one position you got is your back
The only chance you got in your life is the track
I'ma tell you something that's a goddamn fact
I'm a muthafuckin pimp and your man's a simp
The bitch looked at me like a slave set free
I said "Hold up hoe, I need my choosin' fee"
I need my trap bitch, fat bitch, that's no joke
I don't give a fuck, you gotta fuck them both
The bitch left that day, came back that night
A hundred grand cash, ki of snow white
Look at a nigga like it was big dough
I said "Back to the track, this is pimping, hoe"
I got her out there

You want it, I'm on it
You seen my body talkin' (I got her out there)
Excited, you like it
The bag that keeps on rising (I got her out there)

Get your money right
Get your money right
I'ma treat you right baby
Get your money right
Get your money right
Get your money right, baby
I'm so cold, watch while I drop this flow

But you got to have the dough
Come up off the big dro
Like never before, oh
Got me out there, bitch
Better catch this pimpin in your ass, bitch
Yeah, what's my favorite word? (Bitch)
Get your money right
That's your new name
Get your money right