Ayy (Ayy) Get Rich (Get Rich) Once Again (Once Again) New Dance (New Dance) Watch Me Do My Dance Ayy [Chorus:] Watch me do my dance [x8] Watch me do
pop lean rock Everybody stop And do the bunny hop [Verse 1:] Look here I'm Monatana the mack I'm first on the track Get rich is in the club
Better, Get Get G-Get Get Down! Get Get G-Get Get Down! I Pull Out You Better, Get Down! I Let Off You Better, Get Down! Get Get G-Get Get Down! Get
L.A. to the streets of New York [Chorus] All my people, get drunk, get high - WHATTUP? Get money, get rich, get fly - WHATTUP? Get stupid, get busy, get
so i'm ready for any all out brawls And ya. Brothers get your hustle on Ballers and get your shit tight House parties get shot up And turned up before
2X (50 cent) after da vmas my baby momma cussed my ass out i kicked her ass we back friends like puffy and steve stout cut da grass around my clique
nigga uptown gotta have they tool on Yeah, and they Birdman'd down Nigga represent the bling cuz I hold my own crown nigga Shit, a hood rich high clique
know... Profile and front. And then the jooks go down, all at once they like... Don't get mad Don't get mad Don't g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x)
(feat. Cubo) Yeah Yeah Que Vuelta? Di le nota (Di le nota) You know who it is For all these bustas and haters [Chorus] We don't care about yo clique
play the gage You play bitches and I mack hoes You run from niggaz, I find the snub nose I come from 3 6 picture platinum clique And you cant sell three
with night sticks, illegal sales districts Hand-picked lunatics, keep poli-trick-cians rich Heretics push narcotics amidst its risks and frisks Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom get
, walkin' jack moves Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' A bank to get rich
, all of em comin soon Broad day light get yo ass in the afternoon I roll wit money gang SOD goon squad Yeah i'm rich but yo ass still can get robbed
go down I blow through your clique like Hurricane Floyd Keep rappers paranoid, kept your bodies in the game Is something I can't avoid, shit get tricky
' bloody I serve niggas like the homeless Mission kitchen We're fixin' chicken for the bums free You can't tell us we don't get this money We keep a dollar up like Richie Rich
Bitch give me head on the first date, what a fan Three best MC's I think on the other hand Stand like an officer not a gentleman Niggaz get rich off of
see me all on TV wit it Still in da hood what ya need he get it Dough low 44 see me wit it If a nigga runnin up best believe he get it See us in da
have no more funk (Hell naw) Get in where you fit in, punk It's what life is all about Did that get him, did that get it? (Yeah, you got him) Wait,
