I Get Money (Remix)

[Intro: Audio Two & Eminem] I get money I— I get money I— I get— I get— I get— I get— (Ha-ha) [Chorus: Audio Two & Eminem] I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah) I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah!) I— I get money; money, I got (I get it!) Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run this rap shit) I— I get money; money, I got (Ha-ha, yeah) (Now, guess who's back?) I— I get money; money, I got (You thought I left you!) (Woo!) I— I get money; money, I got (Now, why would I do that?) Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (One, two, three) (Ha) [Verse: Eminem] They keep on sayin' the same rappers are the best: Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're just tryna distract you From the fact that I'm comin' back Or maybe it's 'cause I ain't black, maybe it's because of that Maybe it's 'cause I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap While I'm sittin' back in my office jackin' off to my plaques I'm still sick, how can I be sick this long and I'm still alive? Magic Johnson of rhymes I thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've died That's when I just pop up outta nowhere Oh yeah, there we go, there, man, I forgot how much money he got On the beach of St. Tropez, but your man don't lay In the sun 'cause I don't tan, I burn, blood clot When you gonna learn how much money we've earned? How does it feel to know I came in this game at twenty-five And coulda retired at twenty-nine in my twenties still? And Fif' hit a lick on that Coca-Cola shit He ain't even gotta look at coke or even hold a brick No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score! To go from sellin' bags to bottles right out the store And Shady hit the box office, man, he knocked the socks off us My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers So stay the fuck off us, we make pay I'm just a super easy modest MC, okay? 'Til I hear the word "has-been", that's when I start spazzin' Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then I am the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanye's glasses