[Intro: Bizzy] Bizzy Bone, you know what it is baby After Platinum Records Let's get this money '07 style
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone] Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy Gotta get that money money, gotta get that money money money money Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy Gotta get that money money, gotta get that money money money money money
[Bizzy Bone] I don't give a fuck what they sayin! Buck buck buck buuuuuuck!
I'm ridin a Caddy and daddy I'm rollin it sadly, but I don't mind If they laughin at me the movie I hardly think that they be singin singin I never gave up on my lady, but she still ain't listenin to me Gotta let them 24's spin, chins ain't chippin or flippin And let me get another victim again, gain-gain-gain-gain Whether they don't gimme any Henn' or befriend them, when they say I was But I been right here cuz, you know what it is, you know what it was So they wanna move dude, what'chu gotta do, who? Not me I said I'm glossin, and who you thought of flossin baby Baby I'm not 'Pac though, and I'm not God, no! But I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Mo' money money money money money money, in the face of the crowd Plottin now, I don't need no pride to hide, oh wow, oh wow Mo' money money, in the face of the crowd Plottin now, I don't need no pride to hide, oh wow But baby I'm not 'Pac, no! (buck buck buck buck buuuuuuck!)
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[Twista] You knocked out by the Windy City southpaw No cookin in the kitchen homie we put out raw Midwest outlaw, fuck with it? I doubt y'all Somewhere between Chi-Town and Cleveland is where they found y'all Rollin through the alley in a Caddy throwin cali's at the haters, oh what a pity When they hit a nigga gristle rockin city after city they gon' ask, "Is he doin it with Bizzy?" And you know why they done that (why?) Because we two of the coldest motherfuckers to spit these fast lyrics on one track Buck 'em with a lyrical bullet in the body because I gotta get the fire know the shit don't stop Pull up in a Lamborghini or the Ferrari other one gotta get the props so I gotta get the drop Gotta get the dough and get the money money I could really feel it when I hear they comin for me Try to get it if you think you feelin kinda lucky Twin glocks so you know you better bring a buddy And I got the ammunition for anybody that wanna go against the Midwest Militia A whole cripple the competition for Bizzy A whole cripple the competition for Twista A whole cripple the world because it's us against it and the shit about the get ugly The static come and hit 'em with the automatic runnin through borough after murder but I'ma go and so I gotta get
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[Bizzy Bone] Buck buck buck buuuuuuck!
Me and my brother Twista gettin it crunk and drinkin that Goosey, with 'em a brew Doin whatever we wanna do, get to the club, ain't nobody knew Thought that we beefin they try to divide the truth Talk about who really started the style How 'bout everyone livin in harmony, look at the army now General 7, the belly is purest and we gonna get it at heaven We dancin our way to the gates, if you comin with me we'll need every Muslim We human, we're all in the brethren Veteran deep in the city I pity the fool who jump out of this fake What do I look like massagin the thought when they come with the matrix and say that we 'fraid We'll never break, 'member that conny and Twista we're gonna go through the fire Never expire, give it the way that they want it they'll front on you if you tired (what about) Money you tell me what's money to you, pay for the rappers and corporates