That nigga let his fuckin' flow go   Niggaz tryin' to switch up the flows on niggaz   Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a Micky   Drop that joint      Yeah, yeah, it's the remix y'all   Like a muh'fucker, oh yeah   Whassup my nigga and still hot up in that boy   Ain't it man, yo Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all, c'mon      It's the remix   TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga   Big chips with twista y'all, get this money      I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club   'Cause I'm rollin' up on fo' flickers   Peanut butter interior, black body   And in case you didn't know, I be the twista      Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up   I hear some niggaz lookin' at me for the come up   Try to creep, creep, I pull a gun up   I put a hole in the first nigga that run up      The ballers be Jay, R, and T   Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of me   Can't nobody spit it as fast as me   Got an academy of haters comin' after me      I know I got what you want   I know I got what you need   Come and mob to the top   Before you get this money      Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley   Full of sport modes, you never could hang with me   Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50   Gettin' that money my nigga      Oh, five Chrysler, trees for the blunts   Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front   Twenty two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk   Gettin' that money my nigga      Makin' dough off a style I be the best in   Glad to be down with these two livin' legends   Now, let me see which league I'ma invest in   Gettin' that money my nigga      Rollin' this cheer, put the niggaz in fear   Makin' bitches shed tears, take a look at my career   Now, the shit's swell when I get up to 70 in the coupe   Peep the wing when I hope out the tail, tell 'em Kel      We off up in the club, we got our hands up   Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money my nigga   We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley do's   Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga      Pull up to the club, chicks in the back   Some smokin' on weed, some sippin' Cognac   Into the club, whole crew to the back   Super the stars make it sharp as a tack      Gotta have my forty five inch in it   In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes   Game over and I'm still not finished   I play haters like V play tennis      Livin' like a motherfuckin' Richie Rich nigga   Got a Butler for my maybach nigga   White linen, smokin' cigar   Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger      Feelin' on your booty   Tryin' to get one of these nice ladies   To come up to my room and do, me   Have her man like who's he?      Was a pimp at birth, first hoe was a nurse   And I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse   Sometimes showbiz is the worst   I'm blessed with the gift and the curse, whoa      Shoot ball, now I'm off to the spa   Fresh and clean, now I'm off in the car   Got a date with a superstar   We take lunch, now twelve o'clock      Hit the mall 'bout two o'clock   In the movies 'bout five o'clock   Seven o'clock 'til nine o'clock   We in my crib, my bed, goin' non stop      This for my project niggaz   Wide body mo' sippers   Pimps hustlers herb flippers   Get this money      We off up in the club, we got our hands up   Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money my nigga   We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley do's   Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga      Gettin' this money switchin' my whips and my kicks   Like, I'm just addicted to difference you pick   What you want from me to be a lame      With visions of riches, enter my brain   Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin' lanes   It's just insane, is it? I'm from the district where niggaz   Either in prison or pay visits like in laws      So we fend for ourself   And the wealth is in raw   We can't help but been lost   What else gon' make that engine roar?      Lay back in 745   Big boy cars, that's all we drive   Into the club we get all the eyes when you   Gettin' that money my nigga      We off up in the club, we got our hands up   Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money my nigga   We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley do's   Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga      TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga   Big chips with twista y'all, get this money