Getting Money (Remix) Hurricane Chris (Ft. Lady Wray & Lil Wayne)
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[Intro: Lil Wayne + Nicole Wray]
Yeah
Hurricane, I got you
Ms. Wray, talk to 'em
They see us, still I got much to learn
But otherwise, still I got money to burn (Yeah)
I'm in the streets, can't take it out of me
Get money, get money, that's all I know (It's all I know)
They see us, still I got much to learn
But otherwise, still I got money to burn (I got us)
I'm in the streets, can't take it out of me (We can only go as far as we can take us)
Get money, get money, that's all I know (Let's go)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, stacks on the dresser, pistol under pillow
Breakfast on the stove, crack a cigarillo
Y'all boys pussy, find yourself a dildo
For real, though, no counterfeit for real dough
For real doe, I'm ill, ho, I peel slow, in the wheel-O
And the wheels glow, the tire lips poking out like Lil Moe
The roof playing hide and go seek, so Robert De Niro
And my checks is the only one that call me zero
Yeah, it say, "You are one, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero"
I'm at the bank waiting for the check to clear, ho
And I don't need a yes man 'cause I'm from the N-O
Yeah
Hurricane, I got you
Ms. Wray, talk to 'em
They see us, still I got much to learn
But otherwise, still I got money to burn (Yeah)
I'm in the streets, can't take it out of me
Get money, get money, that's all I know (It's all I know)
They see us, still I got much to learn
But otherwise, still I got money to burn (I got us)
I'm in the streets, can't take it out of me (We can only go as far as we can take us)
Get money, get money, that's all I know (Let's go)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, stacks on the dresser, pistol under pillow
Breakfast on the stove, crack a cigarillo
Y'all boys pussy, find yourself a dildo
For real, though, no counterfeit for real dough
For real doe, I'm ill, ho, I peel slow, in the wheel-O
And the wheels glow, the tire lips poking out like Lil Moe
The roof playing hide and go seek, so Robert De Niro
And my checks is the only one that call me zero
Yeah, it say, "You are one, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero"
I'm at the bank waiting for the check to clear, ho
And I don't need a yes man 'cause I'm from the N-O
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