[Intro:] I get money I, I get money I, I get I get I get I get
[Nicki Minaj:] Fuck I look like coppin benim and tops. Niggas wanna book me but they ain't spendin no guap That's why I pull up to the curb like fuck's the world You know I keep the .22 tucked in the girdle Had to leak one of my bitches off Throop and Myrtle Put the shells to your back now they callin you turtle See if you wanna laugh you can laugh But nigga get my money, get my cash, get my math See everything's funny 'till that ass gettin trashed I'm gettin dirty money like my stash need a bath See boys, if it don't make sense then it don't make dollas When broke niggas holla I just pop my collas The dope boys get it, yeah the dope boys cool But the white boys say, they be like Nicki rules Like ya got money, cause you're sittin on dubs Where your company nigga where your pay stubs Look I'm on the grind and I'm lookin for the grub 50 in the club and we lookin for the bub Talkin bout you wanna interjoin me First you gon' need to get a couple employees, get it Get your money right, get your money right, right Then you can bite, you know this somethin tight, tight You know I smoke bitches, I'm a need a light, light Coogi on my coochie size 3, white nikes, YEAH!
[Chorus:] I-I get money, money I got I-I get money, money I got I-I get money, money I got I-I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I-I get money, money I got M-money I got, M-money I got
[Amil:] While ya'll motherfuckers was talking that K-Mart shit Every two days my man was movin 4-6 bricks And I copped me a 5 bedroom house 2 car garage, 3 full baths, I love it when you run your mouth Jag in the driveway, sittin right next to the Rover Bitch I ain't never been over Broke ass runnin round talkin bout I'm popped Bag and shoes bout a g each, bitch what you got I keep a fresh pair of sevens on Bitch you still got 54'11's on, uh Since when I gave a fuck about this rappin shit While you waitin round for record deals I'm stackin bitch I blow your budget in a day, your advance the same night Before you talk next bitch get your game tight Bitch I get money, money I got Bitch I don't come outta pocket, I let a nigga cop it
[Chorus:] I-I get money, money I got I-I get money, money I got I-I get money, money I got (I get it) I-I get money, money I got (I, I, I get it) I-I get money, money I got (I, I, I get it) M-money I got, M-money I got (yeah, I run new york)
I-I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I-I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I-I get money, money I got (I, I get it) M-money I got, M-money I got
[Lil' Kim:] The bank don't stop cause they put me in cuffs Still made money up in the can, what the fuck? I'll have a baby by you baby, if you a billionaire Write the check before I come, just sign right here I'm a stay rich, I ain't gon die tryna spend my shit I'm a die tryna spend your shit Nowadays these rap niggas on some feminine shit So I guess Queen B gon be the man of this shit Laughin at these rap bitches on some amateur shit They better off makin a livin on some janitor shit Who the hell is this chick She been out kinda long Had 1 hot song, I'm sorry I missed it Too busy being conceited, puttin on my lipstick Takin trips out in Cali, chillin with the Hiltons Yeah, I'm chillin Kim top billin With the top down, throwin money through the ceiling, I get it! The lifestyle you only rap about, I live it! My man buy me cars that you hoes be rentin! I'm classy like the phantom, You a Honda Civic! Lil Kim got your whole bank stock, I get it!