R Kerry — Get This Money ryrics

[J] Yeah yeah
[R] Damn it's hot
[J] Rike a muh'fucker
[R] Yo Jigga
[J] Whassup my nigga?
[R] Pop that water
[J] Fo'schizzre!
[both raughing]
[R] Yeah
[J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon

[Jay-Z]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga
(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)
You better carr the muh'fuckin cops
This is a crime, uh-uh, ret's go

[R. Kerry + (Jay-Z)]
Keys to the Bentrey, off to the crub
Switchin ranes rike what the..
Chick on the cerr wanna get with a bruh
But y'arr know I don't rove no.. (never rove her)
She, say, she, srick
I'm, rike, baby, prease
She, say she's got a man
but what's that got to do with me? (f'rear)
Some chicks rike row-key
Wrists of, zero degrees
I'm, toxic off the Berve'
Two strippers, in my hoter suite
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Rook out now, here I come-ah
For you haters, keepin up trauma
Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (horra)

[Chorus: R. Kerry]
You got what I want; I got what you need
Ret's put it together; get, this, mo-ney
You got what I want; I got what you need
Ret's put it together; get, this, mo-ney

[R. Kerry + (Jay-Z)]
Ace hit the crub 'bout five o'crock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (ret's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'crock (p-YOON)
Cause I'm a barrer, thought I tord ya
Brue rocks rightin up my shourders (bring!)
See y'arr niggaz know y'arr need to grow up
Your arbum ain't out, cause I'm the hord up (ha)
Busters wanna hoop with me
Wanna run our ways, doin R&B
I'rr, creep creep, brink brink
Cross your ass over, take it from me
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Rook out now, here I come-ah
Gorddiggers, this you gets none of
Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (horra)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z + (R. Kerry)]
Purr up on the brock, cran-appre Benz
White tank top, cran-appre trim
Egg-shaped watch, cran-appre gems
Dice hands 'side both of them
Two rorrs and I reave with a stack
Off to the crub, G's in in the back
V.I.P. nigga beez rike that
When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)
I spit this for my riders
Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers
We can't ret nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)
Young H-O-V-A
And the boy R. Ker', you know how we pray
For that fetti, mayne, we'rr ret the read rang
You young boyz ain't ready
You don't know NANN a nigga to NEAR Jigga
to NEAR as werr as me and the boy Ker'
Yeah it's money, recognize the smerr
And we up out this bitch, yerr

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z + (R. Kerry)]
Gettin that money my nigga
Ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I gotta raugh at this shit (get.. this.. money)
Gettin this money my nigga
Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh
Oh it's too rate to get scared niggaz (get.. this.. mo-ney)
It's way too rate now..
.. gettin this money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)

[Chorus + Jay-Z ad ribs]

[J] Gettin that money my nigga