letra de get that money right - 11:45
get that money right
gotta get that money right
yea
get that money right
gotta get that money right
get that money right
gotta get that money right
45 slice it up like a d-mn knife
comin in clean like the dream team
40 splitting up the f-ckin crowd at the centre seem
god dam
oh
shorty lookin mean
son of a gun of a sailor that’s in between
i got
labels wanting to record with me
im whippin wonton soup and i’m cheffin the street
don’t ask what i do
cuz that’s what i be
and baby what i see
i make happen for me
everybody come and f-ck wit me
everybody come and f-ck wit me
evеrybody come and f-ck wit me
everybody comе and f-ck wit me
wit yo hoe she got her knees by my toes
bust it quick then i kick her out the door
get that money right you know how it goes
ice all on me im lookin h-lla froze
money so tall money so big we stack it up like phe phi pho
we be so hot we be so lit we blowing up just like tokyo
i am so hot like a jalapeño
red and green stripes on the top of my toes
she make it shake and i slap it bongo
i like that p-ssy up under my nose
i’m the boy 40 rock sh-t
kickin back not a option
fill the bag with a glock kit
put some money in my pocket
i’m ambidextrous flexin with no direction yea
i put in all this work just to lend you out some intelligence
45 the evidence stressin upon my excellence
i like to spit on the p-ssy and eat it like its breakfast yea
10 shots to the face i’m like blah blah blah
i be wit yo girl doing the cha cha cha
then i take her home got her singing la la la
she wanna stay the night but im like nah nah nah
la di da di da la di da di do
f-cking on that bit n i be smoking on my dro
eh
la di da di da la di da di do
get that money right yah u know how it go
get that money right
gotta get that money right
yea
get that money right
gotta get that money right
get that money right
gotta get that money right
45 slice it up like a d-mn knife
i be so fly i belong in the c-ckpit
i be so sick ya i think i might vomit
i be so hot, hot like hot topic
i got the banz in my hands and my pocket
i’m off the dro n i be feelin it ya
i’m wit yo gurl n she be feelin it ya
forty why don’t you ( yah, yah)
forty why don’t you just finish it
way way way way way back way back in the day
a little baby named 40 came out thrashin away
they didn’t ever know that he could make it happen today
but now he make them heads turn like a slap in the face
11:45 we be like 2 bats in a cave
you know we’re never gonna stop until we’re passing away
yung 11 been riding since back in the day
we gon’ take your chances then sn-tch em away
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