watch out now
yea yea uhuh
mmmmm
get money get money
get get money get money
get get money get money uhuh
get get money get money get that money
get get money get money
yeah get money get money
listen to the first verse
watch out now
psycho les
aiyyo my song’s on i gotta get my grub on some toto
i love toto order three buckets of mo’mo’
we gettin’ more dough off the books you gettin’ jelly
pullin more hoes off the looks you gettin’ jelly
you wan’ hate me cause your wifey wants a autograph
from the look in her eyes i can see she wants more than that
when i see fat asses i make fat passes like quarterback
beatnuts is alla that your shit all the wack
open candela if you foolin’ wit my cheddah
hardrock ever since junior high escuela
fly fella takin my beats to make your crowd get up
i’m fed up niggas wanna bring it whatever
i’mma storm your parade parade blow your legs off
with a grenade now you flappin’ like a mermaid
yappin off bitch you cough at the lips
while i’m at the bar baggin’ the bartender tips
then i bag this chick with a hi and the eye
she did the butterfly rubbin’ her ass against my buttonfly
i could already imagine my shit stuck inside
everytime i strike haters be like dat fucking guy
beatnuts yellaklaw
how’s that yo it’s hard for you to swallow
it don’t take much for us to let the metal holla
lead’s bustin out of a old black impala
thug nigga only fuck wit muchacha malla
big ju dimelo el coño how we do how we do how we do
how the girl don’t only love me they love you
whatchu gonna do what what what
nigga whatchu gonna do what yo
juju
here’s to my pollyin’ niggas who campaign
to the killers who be lovin’ the chicas and champagne
thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains
players who be pimpin’ the hoes with no brains
front watch a nigga get shot from close range
the most range crazy motherfucker won’t change
beatnuts forever diehard you want pain
cause you walkin’ outta here breathin’ is insane
flip a beat fast you leave the club with a heat rash
you got a weak stash came in the club with a free pass
i ain’t even know they made a roley for your cheap ass
makin me laugh you was in jail wearin’ kneepads
now the beef has gotten over your head
it’s over you dead ranger rover both of your legs
till both of us said platinum gettin’ took this year
cause for real there ain’t nothin’ but crooks in here nigga
how’s that yo it’s hard for you to swallow
it don’t take much for us to let the metal holla
lead’s bustin out of a old black impala
thug nigga only fuck wit muchacha malla
big ju dimelo el coño how we do how we do how we do
how the girl don’t only love me they love you
whatchu gonna do what what what
whatcha gon’ do when beatnuts come through baby
beatnuts
get money get money psycho les
get money get money big ju
get money get money beatnuts
get money get money
get money get money
get money get money throw your hands up throw your hands up
get money get money throw your hands up throw your hands up
Artist: The Beatnuts Featuring Yellaklaw
Year: 1999
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 352