Getting Money (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne + Nicole Wray] Yeah Hurricane, I got you Ms. Wray, talk to 'em They see us, still I got much to learn But otherwise, still I got money to burn (Yeah) I'm in the streets, can't take it out of me Get money, get money, that's all I know (It's all I know) They see us, still I got much to learn But otherwise, still I got money to burn (I got us) I'm in the streets, can't take it out of me (We can only go as far as we can take us) Get money, get money, that's all I know (Let's go) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, stacks on the dresser, pistol under pillow Breakfast on the stove, crack a cigarillo Y'all boys pussy, find yourself a dildo For real, though, no counterfeit for real dough For real doe, I'm ill, ho, I peel slow, in the wheel-O And the wheels glow, the tire lips poking out like Lil Moe The roof playing hide and go seek, so Robert De Niro And my checks is the only one that call me zero Yeah, it say, "You are one, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero" I'm at the bank waiting for the check to clear, ho And I don't need a yes man 'cause I'm from the N-O [Chorus: Nicole Wray] They see us, still I got much to learn But otherwise, still I got money to burn I'm in the streets, can't take it out of me Get money, get money, that's all I know [Verse 2: Hurricane Chris] How could you criticize me for actin like I act if I ain't never had a thing My daddy got locked up when I was 12, my whole life changed My momma hustled hard and did (?) to get the bills paid While you was probably ridin around the city in your Escalade But now that I got money, I went and bought me two mansions Just to stunt on them niggas who told me I never had it I walked out the door the other day and my momma told me You got a lot of nerve, she told me just because we got all this money to burn Don't think you can't be in terms A cold victim to the street so I stay packin some heat Twenty-four hours, seven days of the week, 'cause they creep Twenty-four hours, seven days of the week, I'm a beast [Chorus: Nicole Wray] They see us, still I got much to learn But otherwise, still I got money to burn I'm in the streets, can't take it out of me Get money, get money, that's all I know They see us, still I got much to learn But otherwise, still I got money to burn I'm in the streets, can't take it out of me Get money, get money, that's all I know [Verse 3: Hurricane Chris] I'm 18 years old and I done seen more drama than that lil' bit Go on and (?) to talk about it unless you hear this My pedal to the medal while I'm thinkin about all of my dogs I lost in the street tryna ball like me And this is for my niggas who used to roll gold D Poppin the trunk on them swingers, hoppin out in tall tees So all my niggas that's ballin and feel like me From the struggle, you gutter to makin a lot of G Keep my head up, remember who got me right where I'm at today Long as I got money I give a damn what a hater say One thing I know for sure I'ma get paper 'til it ain't no more Plus I got a crazy flow...huh I know somebody say "A hard head make a soft ass" That's why I keep the Glock on the seat when I'm ridin in my jag 51/50, you don't know nothin about me Homeboy I'm a (?), still ain't learn [Chorus: Nicole Wray] They see us, still I got much to learn But otherwise, still I got money to burn I'm in the streets, can't take it out of me Get money, get money, that's all I know They see us, still I got much to learn But otherwise, still I got money to burn I'm in the streets, can't take it out of me Get money, get money, that's all I know [Outro: Hurricane Chris + Nicole Wray] I'm makin money, nigga you can't tell me shit I'm gon' keep on stuntin, steady shinin on the haters I'm countin' money, doin my thang, I be hustlin From Monday to Sunday, doin what I want, I be gettin it in