Mo' Money

[Intro: Jay-Z & Twista] That nigga let his fuckin flow go Niggas tryin to switch up the flows on niggas Hit niggas, slip niggas with a micky Drop that joint Yeah yeah (it's the remix y'all) Like a muh'fucker (oh yeah) Whassup my nigga (and still hot up in that boy, ain't it man) (Yo Jay, Kell, fin' ta set it off for y'all) C'mon [Refrain: R. Kelly] It's, the, remix Trackmaster remix, y'all Kells and Jigga Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money [Verse 1: Twista] I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club Cause I'm rollin up on fo' flickers Peanut-butter interior, black body And in case you didn't know, I be the Twista Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up I hear some niggas lookin at me for the come up Try to creep creep, I pull a gun up I put a hole in the first nigga that run up The ballers be Jay, R, and T Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of me Can't nobody spit it fast as me Got an academy of haters comin after me I know I got what you want, I know I got what you need Come and mob to the top before you get this money Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley Full of sport modes, you never could hang with me Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50 Gettin that money, my nigga Oh-five Chrysler, trees for the blunts Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front Twenty-two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk Gettin that money, my nigga Makin dough off a style I be the best in Glad to be down with these two livin legends Now let me see which league I'ma invest in Gettin that money, my nigga Rollin this cheer, put the niggas in fear Makin bitches shed tears, take a look at my career Now the shit's swell; when I get up to 70 in the Coupe Peep the wing when I hop out the tail Tell 'em, Kel [Chorus: R. Kelly] We off up in the club, we got our hands up Drinks in the club because we gettin that money, my nigga We rollin 24's, open them Bentley doors Got plenty hoes because we gettin that money, my nigga [Verse 2: R. Kelly] Pull up to the club, chicks in the back Some smokin on weed, some sippin co-gnac Into the club, whole crew to the back Super the stars make it sharp as a tack Gotta have my forty-five inch in it In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes Game over and I'm still not finished I play haters like V play tennis Livin like a motherfuckin Richie Rich nigga Got a butler for my Maybach nigga White linen, smokin ci-gar Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger, feelin on your booty Tryin to get one of these nice ladies To come up to my room and do, me Have her man like who's, he, was a pimp at birth First ho was a nurse And I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse Sometimes showbiz is the worst I'm blessed with The Gift and The Curse, whoa Shoot ball, now I'm off to the spa Fresh and clean, now I'm off in the car Got a date with a superstar We take lunch, now twelve o'clock Hit the mall bout two o'clock, in the movies bout five o'clock Seven o'clock 'til nine o'clock, we in my crib My bed, goin non-stop This for my project niggas, widebody Mo' sippers Pimps hustlers, bird flippers, get, this, money [Chorus: R. Kelly] We off up in the club, we got our hands up Drinks in the club because we gettin that money my nigga We rollin 24's, open them Bentley doors Got plenty hoes because we gettin that money my nigga [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Gettin this money switchin my whips and my kicks Like I'm just addicted to difference You pick what you want from me To be a, lame with visions of riches, enter my brain Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin lanes It's just insane, is it? I'm from the district where niggas Either in prison or pay visits like in-laws So we fend for ourself, and the wealth is in raw We can't help but been lost What else gon' make that engine roar? Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we drive Into the club we get all the eyes When you gettin that money, my nigga [Chorus: R. Kelly] We off up in the club, we got our hands up Drinks in the club because we gettin that money my nigga We rollin 24's, open them Bentley doors Got plenty hoes because we gettin that money my nigga [Refrain: R. Kelly] Trackmaster remix y'all, Kells and Jigga Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money [Outro: R. Kelly] Dance Summer bitches dance Dance Dance Dance Summer bitches dance Get that money, nigga Best Of Both