I Get Money lyrics

[Intro: Jadakiss]
I got it
I got it
I got it, n*gga
I run the hood
I got it
I got it
I got it

[Verse 1: Styles P]
What up?
Don't listen to the hook, listen to the crook
I got the hoodie and the mask on coming for the jooks
If I ain't got sh*t, but a pocket full of lint
Got a fully loaded 45, hooptie with the tints
Nah, I get money, money I got
If not, I have some when I get off your block
Like jail you could p*ss off or get off the pot
We rob your whole crew, you won't even get off a shot
Ain't a Blood but I get red, di*khead
I throw the gun to your b*tch head like, "Open the safe"
If she don't, you won't believe how I open her face
Cut her up, throw her body parts all over the place
A little man wanna f*ck her them c*m in her as*h*le
I'm thinkin', "Why I even give a gun to this rascal?"
Now you don't want no type of hassle
You the king 'til the Ghost run-up in your castle
Know I'm gonna load it up
Point 'em out, I'll hold 'em up
Like a newborn baby, I f*ck around and throw 'em up
Nine mil shiny, little man behind me
f*ck about rap, n*gga, I'm still mad grimy
Like cash but I ain't multi
Got a new blade, neck need a new bowtie
The lil' mama like, "Daddy, why you get so high?"
We stay grounded and rob n*ggas to get so fly
Feel me
'Bout to rob these n*ggas of rap
What up to my n*ggas who cap, I got my mind on crack
Or my mind on gats
Run up on the kid, I'ma c*ck it back
I'll put your little spine on lap
Now the Ghost probably smokin' the roach blunt
Team of little grimy n*ggas to listen and do what the coach want
Now I get money, money I got
I let the shotgun go on your block
What up?
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Only talk what I live, y'all
Real sh*t, old fashioned bars these n*ggas ain't able to give y'all
Take it back like Velours and Diadors
We amor, the 4 5th and the 44
I ain't gotta tell you I get it, 'cause you know I got it
Risk my freedom to get what I got in the closet
Far as what I got in the bank came from a few rhymes that I had in the tank
If I ain't have the burner on me then I had me a shank
In the cut, with a Dutch 'bout to have me a drank
That's two hundred on the dash, the engine is funny
I'm swimmin' in money, n*gga
Still spendin' Benjaman money
I could drop with a royal flush on 'em
My moon men in Grammys got dust on 'em
Please, look
They illin', trust me
J chillin'
But still got crack in the Section 8 villa
Put your money on 'em, bet I blow 'em away
And I don't even wash clothes, I just throw 'em away
I just had 50 p's, let 'em go in a day
These other n*ggas just talkin', I could show them the way
I'm from the Reagan era, way before Bush came
And the juice came in the same package the Kush came
Trained to snuff a n*gga, I ain't with the push games
I been getting money from back then, what your name?
[Outro: Jadakiss]
I got it
I got it