I Get Money Styles P (Ft. Jadakiss)

[Intro: Jadakiss]
I got it
I got it
I got it, nigga
I run the hood
I got it
I got it
I got it

[Verse 1: Styles P]
What up?
Don't listen to the hook, listen to the crook
I got the hoodie and the mask on coming for the jooks
If I ain't got shit, but a pocket full of lint
Got a fully loaded 45, hooptie with the tints
Nah, I get money, money I got
If not, I have some when I get off your block
Like jail you could piss off or get off the pot
We rob your whole crew, you won't even get off a shot
Ain't a Blood but I get red, dickhead
I throw the gun to your bitch head like, "Open the safe"
If she don't, you won't believe how I open her face
Cut her up, throw her body parts all over the place
A little man wanna fuck her them cum in her asshole
I'm thinkin', "Why I even give a gun to this rascal?"
Now you don't want no type of hassle
You the king 'til the Ghost run-up in your castle
Know I'm gonna load it up
Point 'em out, I'll hold 'em up
Like a newborn baby, I fuck around and throw 'em up
Nine mil shiny, little man behind me
Fuck about rap, nigga, I'm still mad grimy
Like cash but I ain't multi
Got a new blade, neck need a new bowtie
The lil' mama like, "Daddy, why you get so high?"
We stay grounded and rob niggas to get so fly
Feel me
'Bout to rob these niggas of rap
What up to my niggas who cap, I got my mind on crack
Or my mind on gats
Run up on the kid, I'ma cock it back
I'll put your little spine on lap
Now the Ghost probably smokin' the roach blunt
Team of little grimy niggas to listen and do what the coach want
Now I get money, money I got
I let the shotgun go on your block
What up?