Jonathan Davis(from KоЯn) - Got Money | Текст песни

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Got money (yeah), and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This way (fly)
That way (fly)
This way (fly)
That way

If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
This way (fly)
That way (fly)
This way (fly)
That away

I was bouncin' through the club she love the way I ditty bop
I see her boyfriend hatin' like a stupid shitty cop
Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked
Said I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked
Now where ya bar at?...I'm tryin' rent it out
And we so bout it bout it, now what chu all bout?
DJ show me love, they say my name when the music stop
Young funky little JD, then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it back tomorrow, so don't worry
Yeahhh Young JD on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes

Got money (yeah), and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This way (fly)
That way (fly)
This way (fly)
That way

If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
This way (fly)
That way (fly)
This way (fly)
That way

I got 1 for the money, 2 for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a blank roll
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
I be clappin' all night in this bitch
It's nothing, to be a big dog
And I am a Great Dane, I wear 8 chains
I mean so much ice, they yell "Skate J"
She wanna fuck Weezy
She wanna rape me!

Got money (yeah), and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This way (fly)
That way (fly)
This way (fly)
That way

If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like

Okay, it's young JD on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes
Like yeah, everybody say
Mr. Rain Man can we have a rainy day
Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella
Ella, ella, ella, ay

Bitch ain't shit but a hoe and a trick
But you know one ain't trick if you got it
You know we ain't fuckin', if you not thick
And I'll cool your ass down if you think you hot shit
So Rolex watch this yes I do it four five six
My click-clack goes the black hoe pimp and just like I blow that shit
'Cause, bitch I'm the bomb like TICK, TICK
(BIATCH!)

Got money (yeah), and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This way (fly)
That way (fly)
This way (fly)
That way

If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
This way (fly)
That way (fly)
This way (fly)
That way

Yeah, it's Young JD on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes
Like, yeah, young JD on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love T-Pain on them hoes
Like yeah

AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes..

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