🎵 Got Money // by Lil Wayne

90 Contributors Got Money Lyrics This track is the third single from Lil Wayne’s sixth studio album, Tha Carter III. Main theme is rather simple; balling in the club much to the envy of all the dudes whose chicks are paying Wayne more… Read More  [Intro: Lil Wayne & T-Pain] (Pl-Pl-Play-N, Play-N, Play-N-Skillz) Yeah, yeah I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money (Woo, uh-huh) Right now to the VIP section (Woo, yeah) You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby (Yeah) Yeah Haha, yeah (Uh-huh) Young (Ayy-hey) Young, Young, Young, Young Mula, baby [Chorus: T-Pain] If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) Take it out your pocket and show it, then, throw it, like (Fly) This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly) This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly) This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly) This-a-way (Fly) that-a-way (Yeah, uh-huh, alright, alright) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Now, I was bouncin' through the club She love the way I Diddy-bop I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop Now, I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked Say, I ain't never been a chicken, but my semi cocked Now, where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out And we so 'bout it, 'bout it, now what are you about? DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop "Young Money, Lil Wayne," then the music drop I make it snow, I make it flurry I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes, Young Money [Chorus: T-Pain, Lil Wayne, Both] If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it, then, throw it like (Fly) This-a-way (Fly) that-a-way (Fly, yeah) This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see (Yeah) Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly, come on) This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly, come on) This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Streets) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] It go one for the money (Yeah), two for the show (Yeah) Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll (Chris) Like some clap-on lights in this bitch I'ma be clappin' all night in this bitch (Uh-huh) Lights off (Uh-huh), mask on (Uh-huh) Creep silent (Uh-huh), she smilin' (Uh) He mugging, who cares? 'Cause my goons are right here Like it's nothin' to a big dog And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains I'm in so much ice, they yell, "Skate, Wayne" She wanna fuck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne [Chorus: T-Pain, Lil Wayne, Both] If you got money (Yeah, and I'ma let her) and you know it (Yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it, then throw it like (Fly, uh-huh) This-a-way (Fly, uh-huh), that-a-way (Fly, uh-huh) This-a-way (Fly, uh-huh) that-a-way (Yeah) If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see (Yeah, uh) Then hang over the wall of the VIP, like— [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Okay, it's Young Wayne on them hoes AKA Mr. Make-it-Rain-On-Them-Hoes, like ayy And everybody say "Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day?" Bring a umbrella, please bring a umbrella 'Ella, 'ella, 'ella, ayy Bitch ain't shit but a ho and a trick But you know it ain't trickin' if you got it You know we ain't fuckin' if you not thick And I'll cool your ass down if you think you hot shit So Rolex watch this, I do it, four-five-six My click-clack goes the black four-fifth And just like it, I'll blow that shit 'Cause, bitch, I'm the bomb, like "Tick, tick," biatch [Chorus: T-Pain] If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it, then throw it like (Fly) This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly) This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly) This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way [Bridge: Lil Wayne] Yeah, it's Young Wayne on them hoes AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes Make a stripper fall in love: T-Pain on them hoes, uh-huh [Outro: Lil Wayne] Um, Young Mula, baby, hahaha