(feat. Twista)



[Jay-Z]

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



[R. Kelly]

It's, the, remix

TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga

Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money



[Twista]

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 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



[Chorus: R. Kelly]

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



[R. Kelly]

Pull up to the club, chicks in the back

Some smokin on weed, some sippin Co-gnac

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 ci-gar

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 ho 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 & 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, widebody Mo' sippers

Pimps hustlers herb flippers, get, this, money



[Chorus]



[Jay-Z]

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



[Chorus]



[R. Kelly]

TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga

Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money



[ad libs to fade]