Lirik Lagu If You Want This Money - P. Diddy F/ G. Dep, The Hoodfellaz
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You are now entering a Bad Boy zone (3x)Yeah!
[Morock]This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to loveI cripple thugs, just becauseYou not Jada but you could, kiss the slugsUntil your place hit upRap niggas in the studio, wasting bucksYou're better off making sure papi know your name wellGuess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sellsNow believe it, better place checksBad Boy, big things nigga, HF
[Classy Freddie Blassy]I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crimeConstantly non-stop, when they on the climbAnd BK, no such thing, it's darkThe sun go down, the tool start to sparkOutline in chalk, moms lift the partCases handle in the street, motherfuck the courtShouldn't talk the talk, you can't walk the walkIt's The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all thought?
[G. Dep - Chorus]Now if you want this money babyThen I guess you in the right placeAnd if your mind ain't right sugarThen you need to get up outta my faceSo what's the deal?Cant' ya see how a nigga feel?And let me know if you gon' ride tonightCause this paper we makin' is real, all day
[Verse]It's like that y'all (that y'all)Don't get it twisted with the rap y'all (rap y'all)Still walk around with the gat y'all (gat y'all)Don't make me have to point it at y'all (at y'all)And clap y'all (clap y'all)That's how I see things goin'Chains showin', rings glowin', Range Rovin'And my nigga push ki's like BeethovenIt's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open
[P. Diddy]And here we go {overlaps Verse's last line}Aiyyo, let's get it where it needs to beTuned in to the, P-the-D, please believeI told y'all it's on for lifeThe only bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-writeHold it down, hold the crownWhat I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by nowCats talk this and that, so we rip the trackThis a fact, it's a wrap, uh!
(Chorus)
[G. Dep]Yo, yoNiggas mad at the fact we badMan I won't stop like a New York taxicabIf your shit wack, we burnIf you got beef, we come back like a tax returnWe get money, hold money, no quotasWe gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motiveAiyyo, I burn moreWait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)Cause you a turn-off
[Poppa Sims]Numb in my veinsAnd bought enough to numbin' the brainLovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and arrangeStrollin' the block, honey holdin' the glock1-9, come on baby, it's crunch timeIn a truck blue, yellin' my fuck you'sDoin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug GhoulsHuggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the streetCome on, I can make dessert outta beef
(Chorus - till fade)
[Morock]This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to loveI cripple thugs, just becauseYou not Jada but you could, kiss the slugsUntil your place hit upRap niggas in the studio, wasting bucksYou're better off making sure papi know your name wellGuess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sellsNow believe it, better place checksBad Boy, big things nigga, HF
[Classy Freddie Blassy]I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crimeConstantly non-stop, when they on the climbAnd BK, no such thing, it's darkThe sun go down, the tool start to sparkOutline in chalk, moms lift the partCases handle in the street, motherfuck the courtShouldn't talk the talk, you can't walk the walkIt's The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all thought?
[G. Dep - Chorus]Now if you want this money babyThen I guess you in the right placeAnd if your mind ain't right sugarThen you need to get up outta my faceSo what's the deal?Cant' ya see how a nigga feel?And let me know if you gon' ride tonightCause this paper we makin' is real, all day
[Verse]It's like that y'all (that y'all)Don't get it twisted with the rap y'all (rap y'all)Still walk around with the gat y'all (gat y'all)Don't make me have to point it at y'all (at y'all)And clap y'all (clap y'all)That's how I see things goin'Chains showin', rings glowin', Range Rovin'And my nigga push ki's like BeethovenIt's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open
[P. Diddy]And here we go {overlaps Verse's last line}Aiyyo, let's get it where it needs to beTuned in to the, P-the-D, please believeI told y'all it's on for lifeThe only bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-writeHold it down, hold the crownWhat I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by nowCats talk this and that, so we rip the trackThis a fact, it's a wrap, uh!
(Chorus)
[G. Dep]Yo, yoNiggas mad at the fact we badMan I won't stop like a New York taxicabIf your shit wack, we burnIf you got beef, we come back like a tax returnWe get money, hold money, no quotasWe gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motiveAiyyo, I burn moreWait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)Cause you a turn-off
[Poppa Sims]Numb in my veinsAnd bought enough to numbin' the brainLovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and arrangeStrollin' the block, honey holdin' the glock1-9, come on baby, it's crunch timeIn a truck blue, yellin' my fuck you'sDoin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug GhoulsHuggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the streetCome on, I can make dessert outta beef
(Chorus - till fade)
