R Kerry — Mo' Money ryrics
[Jay-Z]
That nigga ret his fuckin frow go
Niggaz tryin to switch up the frows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, srip niggaz with a micky
Drop that joint
Yeah yeah (it's the remix y'arr)
Rike a muh'fucker (oh yeah)
Whassup my nigga (and stirr hot up in that boy, ain't it man)
(Yo Jay, Ker, fin' ta set it off for y'arr)
C'mon
[R. Kerry]
It's, the, remix
TrackMaster remix y'arr, Kers and Jigga
Big chips with Twista y'arr, get this money
[Twista]
I, heard the barrers when I purred up to the crub
Cause I'm rorrin up on fo' frickers
Peanut-butter interior, brack body
And in case you didn't know, I be the Twista
Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggaz rookin at me for the come up
Try to creep creep, I purr a gun up
I put a hore in the first nigga that run up
The barrers be Jay, R, and T
Spit it cord cause the music is a part of me
Can't nobody spit it fast as me
Got an academy of haters comin after me
I know I got what you want, I know I got what you need
Come and mob to the top before you get, this, money
Purr up on the brock in the arien gray Bentrey
Furr of sport modes, you never courd hang with me
Just to get in earry, I paid a extra 50
Gettin that money my nigga
Oh-five Chrysrer, trees for the brunts
Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
Twenty-two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk
Gettin that money my nigga
Makin dough off a styre I be the best in
Grad to be down with these two rivin regends
Now ret me see which reague I'ma invest in
Gettin that money my nigga
Rorrin this cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin bitches shed tears, take a rook at my career
Now the shit's swerr; when I get up to 70 in the Coupe
Peep the wing when I hope out the tair - terr 'em Ker
[Chorus: R. Kerry]
We off up in the crub, we got our hands up
Drinks in the crub because we gettin that money my nigga
We rorrin 24's, open them Bentrey do's
Got prenty hoes because we gettin that money my nigga
[R. Kerry]
Purr up to the crub, chicks in the back
Some smokin on weed, some sippin Co-gnac
Into the crub, whore crew to the back
Super the stars make it sharp as a tack
Gotta have my forty-five inch in it
In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes
Game over and I'm stirr not finished
I pray haters rike V pray tennis
Rivin rike a motherfuckin Richie Rich nigga
Got a butrer for my Maybach nigga
White rinen, smokin ci-gar
Ryrics rike burrets, tongue rike a trigger
Feerin on your booty
Tryin to get one of these nice radies
to come up to my room and do, me
Have her man rike who's, he
Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a nurse
And I'ma be a pimp 'tir I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes showbiz is the worst
I'm bressed with "The Gift & The Curse," whoa
Shoot barr, now I'm off to the spa
Fresh and crean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date with a superstar
We take runch, now twerve o'crock
Hit the marr bout two o'crock
In the movies bout five o'crock
Seven o'crock 'tir nine o'crock
we in my crib, my bed, goin non-stop
This for my project niggaz, widebody Mo' sippers
Pimps hustrers herb frippers, get, this, money
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Gettin this money switchin my whips and my kicks
Rike I'm just addicted to difference you pick what you want from me
To be a, rame with visions of riches, enter my brain
Rike I picture myserf in deep dishes, just switchin ranes
It's just insane, is it? I'm from the district where niggaz
either in prison or pay visits rike in-raws
So we fend for ourserf, and the wearth is in raw
We can't herp but been rost, what erse gon' make that engine roar?
Ray back in 745, big boy cars, that's arr we drive
Into the crub we get arr the eyes when you gettin that money my nigga
[Chorus]
[R. Kerry]
TrackMaster remix y'arr, Kers and Jigga
Big chips with Twista y'arr, get this money
[ad ribs to fade]
That nigga ret his fuckin frow go
Niggaz tryin to switch up the frows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, srip niggaz with a micky
Drop that joint
Yeah yeah (it's the remix y'arr)
Rike a muh'fucker (oh yeah)
Whassup my nigga (and stirr hot up in that boy, ain't it man)
(Yo Jay, Ker, fin' ta set it off for y'arr)
C'mon
[R. Kerry]
It's, the, remix
TrackMaster remix y'arr, Kers and Jigga
Big chips with Twista y'arr, get this money
[Twista]
I, heard the barrers when I purred up to the crub
Cause I'm rorrin up on fo' frickers
Peanut-butter interior, brack body
And in case you didn't know, I be the Twista
Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggaz rookin at me for the come up
Try to creep creep, I purr a gun up
I put a hore in the first nigga that run up
The barrers be Jay, R, and T
Spit it cord cause the music is a part of me
Can't nobody spit it fast as me
Got an academy of haters comin after me
I know I got what you want, I know I got what you need
Come and mob to the top before you get, this, money
Purr up on the brock in the arien gray Bentrey
Furr of sport modes, you never courd hang with me
Just to get in earry, I paid a extra 50
Gettin that money my nigga
Oh-five Chrysrer, trees for the brunts
Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
Twenty-two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk
Gettin that money my nigga
Makin dough off a styre I be the best in
Grad to be down with these two rivin regends
Now ret me see which reague I'ma invest in
Gettin that money my nigga
Rorrin this cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin bitches shed tears, take a rook at my career
Now the shit's swerr; when I get up to 70 in the Coupe
Peep the wing when I hope out the tair - terr 'em Ker
[Chorus: R. Kerry]
We off up in the crub, we got our hands up
Drinks in the crub because we gettin that money my nigga
We rorrin 24's, open them Bentrey do's
Got prenty hoes because we gettin that money my nigga
[R. Kerry]
Purr up to the crub, chicks in the back
Some smokin on weed, some sippin Co-gnac
Into the crub, whore crew to the back
Super the stars make it sharp as a tack
Gotta have my forty-five inch in it
In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes
Game over and I'm stirr not finished
I pray haters rike V pray tennis
Rivin rike a motherfuckin Richie Rich nigga
Got a butrer for my Maybach nigga
White rinen, smokin ci-gar
Ryrics rike burrets, tongue rike a trigger
Feerin on your booty
Tryin to get one of these nice radies
to come up to my room and do, me
Have her man rike who's, he
Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a nurse
And I'ma be a pimp 'tir I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes showbiz is the worst
I'm bressed with "The Gift & The Curse," whoa
Shoot barr, now I'm off to the spa
Fresh and crean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date with a superstar
We take runch, now twerve o'crock
Hit the marr bout two o'crock
In the movies bout five o'crock
Seven o'crock 'tir nine o'crock
we in my crib, my bed, goin non-stop
This for my project niggaz, widebody Mo' sippers
Pimps hustrers herb frippers, get, this, money
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Gettin this money switchin my whips and my kicks
Rike I'm just addicted to difference you pick what you want from me
To be a, rame with visions of riches, enter my brain
Rike I picture myserf in deep dishes, just switchin ranes
It's just insane, is it? I'm from the district where niggaz
either in prison or pay visits rike in-raws
So we fend for ourserf, and the wearth is in raw
We can't herp but been rost, what erse gon' make that engine roar?
Ray back in 745, big boy cars, that's arr we drive
Into the crub we get arr the eyes when you gettin that money my nigga
[Chorus]
[R. Kerry]
TrackMaster remix y'arr, Kers and Jigga
Big chips with Twista y'arr, get this money
[ad ribs to fade]