Gotta Get It

[Intro: B.G. & DJ Drama] What up Drama? (Drama) Hahahahaha, uh-huh (Louisiana, stand up!) We got you nigga (And you know that, you know) You know we gon give you that real shit (Chopper City) Rest in Peace, Soulja Slim Hold up (Is in the building, uh-huh) [Verse 1: B.G.] In my city, nigga, life like a chess game Uptown, anybody could be next mane I switch lanes on em, reverse the game on em It's a must I stay a couple of steps ahead on em I've been out'chea, survived the worst shit I mean I was really on some head first shit Stalk a nigga, put him on a T-shirt shit Then go to the funeral and carry the hearse shit Yeah, it's real in the field nigga, AND-1 I still hustle, shine, and get my stacks up I still grind, fuck em, what I'ma slack for? They pop drama but they bounce right back, uh [Chorus: B.G.] I gotta get that money, gotta get that I gotta get that money, gotta get that I gotta get that money, gotta get that Come on, where the licks at? Nigga, where the bricks at? I gotta get that money, gotta get that I gotta get that money, gotta get that I gotta get that money, gotta get that Come on, where the licks at? Nigga, where the bricks at? [Verse 2: Juvenile] I'm ridin factories actually off of the showroom Weaving in and out of traffic through Carrollton on a dro run Twelve cylinder engine, nigga, you know where I'm goin To the carwash in the 'Llac blowin', met some hoes now I'ma show 'em Hundred carrots on the arm, hundred carrots on the charm Try the lifestyle if you want, you don't have to leave them harmed Holmes, how could I see you others? I'm in that jelly thang with my nuts sittin on peanut butter You need this supper Easy for me to say, huh, 'cause my team together? You seen me out the other day, huh, in a green Carrara Lean in my rearview set 'cause I have to see Runnin through red lights like a terrorist, they after me [Chorus: B.G.] I gotta get that money, gotta get that I gotta get that money, gotta get that I gotta get that money, gotta get that Come on, where the licks at? Nigga, where the bricks at? I gotta get that money, gotta get that I gotta get that money, gotta get that I gotta get that money, gotta get that Come on, where the licks at? Nigga, where the bricks at? [Verse 3: Soulja Slim] Nigga, you know how I do, look at me, I look at you You ridin in a Escalade, I ride a Escalade too Playa, fuck your 24s, I ride dub deuces Don't look at me too hard cause I will use this baby Uzi You want it? Wasn't real, I be trippin, nah, I prove it Them hoes say I flooze em when I'm gon off that X Yeah, bitch, pop this here, and fuck me to death And think of me two weeks later, that pussy get wet, ooh Bitch, you been poppin, you's a pill poppin hoe She say she like slow motion and want me to fuck her slow I tapped on that ass three times for the third Know I keep it real for my niggas, my nerve Na, never give a fuck, and a bitch never told me Baby daddy get dipped up in that whip, worth a forty I told that pussy nigga when I see him on the street I'ma kick him in his ass and knock out his fuckin teeth, nigga [Chorus: B.G.] I gotta get that money, gotta get that I gotta get that money, gotta get that I gotta get that money, gotta get that Come on, where the licks at? Nigga, where the bricks at? I gotta get that money, gotta get that I gotta get that money, gotta get that I gotta get that money, gotta get that Come on, where the licks at? Nigga, where the bricks at?