DJ Whoo Kid - Get Your Money Right lyrics

You gotta get it get it Get it playa Count all the cash up You gotta get it, get it, get it [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] See stops signs and red lights I hear gun shots and street fights Ambulance sirens holler in the late night It's murder, Compton n***a Ya don't stop f** the world, Dre'll blow it up If you down throw it up Soak it up like a sponge baby I'm sweepin up all the crumbs daily It all add up, it's about to get f**ed the f** up Shut the f** up or get f**ed the f** up For real n***a Keep your eyes on your women n***a Pa** the lemon Squeeze the Hennessey n***a It's all with me Let the vibe kiss me Affiliation is my job Forever I'm a paid man A brave man I sip the Henny down to nothin' What you know about the knock you got from dot com? Listen up It's all money and cream Gasoline so supreme third under the greens [Hook:] Get your money right Don't be worried 'bout the next man - make sure your business tight Get your money right Go inside the safe, grab your stash that you copped tonight Get your money right Be an international player, don't be scared to catch those red eye flights You better get your money right Cause when you out there on the streets, you gotta get it - get it [Verse 2: Jay Z] If you ain't in it for the money then get out the game Mothaf**a's better think before they spit out my name I've been known to have tone, sh** out the frame Load up the clip and aim Listen If you ain't in it for the dough your rhymin the blah I hit you with an O you be the crime in your block If you wanna sell a million motherf**er then ride Hit you with the glacier you be blabbin you blah And our homes be spacious like a million and dot I be holdin your bracelets tryin to steal at your shot Been a villian since I can remember corruptin' the plot Sell crack, make a million and stop Feel me? [Hook:] Get your money right Don't be worried 'bout the next man - make sure your business tight Get your money right Go inside the safe, grab your stash that you copped tonight Get your money right Be an international player, don't be scared to catch those red eye flights You better get your money right Cause when you out there on the streets, you gotta get it - get it [Verse 3: Game] Yeah From Compton to the Brooklyn zoo I'm cla**ic like Detox and Blueprint too I moved from Whoo Kid's and the DJ Clue's To signing autographs on G-Unit shoes Y'all thought it was over after Hova retired Till I pulled up in that Rover on 24 inch wires Under the limo tint spittin that gang bang lingo The kid get 20 thou for a show with no single So how the f** could you judge me? n***a's push but they can't budge me n***a's sayin' f** me See me in the lowrider - n***a's try to mug me Then I hop out - n***a's try to dap me and hug me See me in my red converse - n***a's wanna cuss me But bloods be the reason these street n***a's love me The same reason your b**h wanna s** me You n***a's ain't artists you just paint pictures of me [Hook:] Get your money right Don't be worried 'bout the next man - make sure your business tight Get your money right Go inside the safe, grab your stash that you copped tonight Get your money right Be an international player, don't be scared to catch those red eye flights You better get your money right Cause when you out there on the streets, you gotta get it - get it