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Jay Z Get This Money

it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's playing them hits Oh this my jam, this my shit We

Jay-Z What's up niggas, ay yo I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog You, what? Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck Jay-

Unzip the backpack pull out a 50 yap I?ll probably go to jail but nahh that ain?t me I style crazy A net like jay z The black co jac I get money and want

you never strolled on a bottle of that potion) (Stop motion, ooh, yeah) (Jay-Z) Go harder than a nigga for a nigga, go figure Told me "Keep my own money

mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z

acquitted Never for foul snitches but those who style riches Ghetto crack sellin' pros and buck-wild bitches First thing they wanna know, 'What's fuckin' with this shit?' Jay-Z

Brook land to Oakland, I keep smokin' Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner Put this

don't snitch It sure will do a lot for you, believe that baby Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main You know I got it, got it goin' on, we got the money

reads money, cash, hoes, how real was that nigga, what? Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, what? Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, uhh Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, come on Money