Lyrics:

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Yea, yea - uh-uh
Mm-mmm
Get money (2x)
Get, get money, get money (2x)
Uh-uh
Get, get money, get money - get that money
Get, get money, get money
Yeah, get money, get money - listen to the first verse

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Aiyyo my songs on, I gotta get my grub on some to-to
I love to-to - order three buckets of mo-mo
We gettin' more dough, off the books - you gettin' gelly
Pullin' more hoes off the looks - you gettin' gelly

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 can-dela, if you foolin' wit mah cheddah
Hardrock, ever since, junior high suela
Fly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get up
I'm fed up, niggaz wanna bring it - whatever

I'ma storm your pa-rade, pa-rade blow your legs off
With a gre-nade, 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

How's that yo?
It's hard for you to swallow
It don't take much for us to let the metal holla
Leads bustin out of a old black impala
Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla

Big ju, dime lo conllo,
How we do? (3x)
How the girl don't only love me, they love you
What'chu gonna do? - what, what, what?
Nigga what'chu gonna do? - what, yo

Here's to my pollyin niggaz 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
'Til both of us said, platinum gettin' took this year
'Cause for real, there aint nothin but crooks in here, nigga

(Repeat Chorus)

Beatnuts last line 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 (4x)
Get money, get money - throw your hands up, throw your hands up (2x)