歌詞: JR Writer. Writer's Block 5. We Getting' It Baby.

(feat. Lil' Wayne)

Writer
I play the V.I.P.faithfully
Basically aint nobody else great as me
I got cakery(whats that)
Thats the cake I see everytime I rape a beat
you can never play a G(no way)
Step back, head back,nigga scrape ya feet
Im fresh back, fresh tat, little A.I.G(just a little)
First of all tender I be where the waitress be
I show you more cocc cases than A & E(wanna see)
I don't stunt, I pop up in the front with the body in the trunk
Like I bodied me a punk(bla)
Hoping out the back like a ridie on the chump(rrum)
Buying out the bar, aint nobody getting drunk
Huh Im the man, blither in the band and Im heading to the top
Listen slipping aint the plan(nope)
I hit'em with a jam that'll get'em up to dance
I made the girl drop it like I hit it out of hand(got damn)
I gotta make these niggas understand, Listen Fam
Ima mutha fucking villian of the cam(cam)
Lyrically advanced, I'm spitting it crazy
These niggas from Gazy, How could you play me when

Chorus:
We getting it baby
(go head baby)
We getting it baby
(go head baby)
We getting it baby
(go head baby)
We getting it baby
(go head baby)
Now get money, get get money
We do the damn thing, aint a damn thing funny
Drop it down til you pull a hamstring honey
And get money(get money)
If you working 9 to 5(get money get money)
Got work up in the ride(get money get money)
Either way aint a damn thing funny
Let me see you pop it til you pull a hamstring ho(ho)

I got dough so Im good to go
And even though I got dough, Im at home tryna get some mo(chi-ching)
Im the shit fo-show you aint heard a sicker flow
Walk around and pick a pro tell a girl to dip it low(yeah)
You didn't know now babygirl let me get a show
Turn ya little thing around now put it in a figga fo(fo)
You gotsta figado, Im getting thicks is yo
But take me on a shopping spree, Ill be ya little jigglo(ho)
We be flossing when we sway through(in what?)
In that begage coop porshe with the sway roof
You know how J do, Salsier than raygoo or rague
My bad boo, Im goning off the Grey Goose(shoo)
I swear to GOD Im the straight thruth
Watch they all hit it out the park like he Babe Ruth(oops)
Palm Mav Im the straight dusche, couple steps out of this world
like a space boot, On top I make loot, that's word to hey suess
I aint gon stop til the locks on the game duke(nope)
The Kid from the 80s spitting the rabies
Hard body but Im still tripping the ladys, cuz

Chorus:
We getting it baby
(go head baby)
We getting it baby
(go head baby)
We getting it baby
(go head baby)
We getting it baby
(go head baby)
Now get money, get get money
We do the damn thing, aint a damn thing funny
Drop it down til you pull a hamstring honey
And get money(get money)
If you working 9 to 5(get money get money)
Got work up in the ride(get money get money)
Either way aint a damn thing funny
Let me see you pop it til you pull a hamstring ho(ho)

(Lil' Wayne)
OOOW
MMMM
OOOW
Im going in

Let me do what I came to did
Im fucking my nig cause I came with it
Fuck ya rulers Lil Wayne to big
I love the rumers they be in lane to big
And I get brain like a aneu rysm
The crim of the crim
A ten out of ten
A one of one you can get shot by the sun up or run
If you snitch I notice I hand your tongue
And hand it to your mom along with a bomb(bomb)
Im, Im so so dumb
Im so osama barack obama
I aint got no time if it aint bout cake
That's all I eat cause that's all I ate
Know I keep a sweet tooth now I gotta toothache
A dab of coccaine take the pain right away(oops)
More than a dab say yo to the yay
Yo, know I can't feel my face
Go and get the big wheels, wet paint
Let the guts like yup
That'll shit that stank
That bank that bank tell the bank Im on the way
ERRRR...Im on the highspeed baby chase
Ima give ya...and you betta hid it
Cause if I spot it, I got it, Im getting it baby

Chorus:
get money, get get money
We do the damn thing, aint a damn thing funny
Drop it down til you pull a hamstring honey
And get money(get money)
If you working 9 to 5(get money get money)
Got work up in the ride(get money get money)
Either way aint a damn thing funny
Let me see you pop it til you pull a hamstring ho

(Thanks to Stephanie for these lyrics)