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Marsha Busta Rhymes Q-Tip and Marsha From Floetry - Get You Some Lyrics




Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Mansion, lots, planes, phantoms, bitch you better
Go, get you some
Hustlin', jugglin', robbin', stealin' shit, I gotta get this f*ckin'

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to
Go, get you some
Don't stop, nigga, we ain't done, gun it through your f*ckin' road block

I'm sayin' who told y'all to let a muhf*cker back on the block
With the bullshit, see y'all done f*cked up now
Turn the volume up and bang it out the trunk now
You gotta problem son? Imagine how the club sound

Look and see I'm ready to spark it
Soon as I zoom on my target, muhf*cker, better roll out the carpet
See the way I comin' through and how I kick in the door
Watch how I coffee grind like never before, the way I wreck from the door

So I mack wit' 'em, passin' 'em, when I'm speakin'
I'm preachin', all my niggaz out in every hood
You tryin' to compete? You better be incredibly good
Niggaz you want heat? I figured you would

That's I waste no time to give it to you niggaz
(This time)
And give you all the jewels in
(This rhyme)
And then I put it down to you all
I can't get enough of it niggaz, I gotta explore
All of my options, I gotta get me plenty more

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Mansion, lots, planes, phantoms, bitch you better
Go, get you some
Hustlin', jugglin', robbin', stealin' shit, I gotta get this f*ckin'

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to
Go, get you some
Don't stop, nigga, we ain't done, gun it through your f*ckin' road block

A lot of niggaz shit sound dated
I'm like Shaq, franchise player just got traded
To the number one team in the league
See I ain't on J. Records, I'm on Dre Records, Aftermath, bitch

You need to learn 'cause you ain't knowin' the half, bitch
And while I'm gone I'm puttin' dough in the stash, bitch
So new and fresh I say it again
So what it do, don't test see I'ma blaze to the end
I'm comin' through, so confess you niggaz know who the kid
I'm like a newborn nigga, that's securing a win

So new and so current and they hate this
The streets'll classify in another level of greatness
I'm here to fix up the game, I'm givin' it a facelift
New and improved, watch the way, I make the game shift
Now watch me swing it out the ballpark
I come to shut it down, don't let the war start while I come to get the

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Mansion, lots, planes, phantoms, bitch you better
Go, get you some
Hustlin', jugglin', robbin', stealin' shit, I gotta get this f*ckin'

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to
Go, get you some
Don't stop, nigga, we ain't done, gun it through your f*ckin' road block
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Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Mansion, lots, planes, phantoms, bitch you better
Go, get you some
Hustlin', jugglin', robbin', stealin' shit, I gotta get this f*ckin'

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to
Go, get you some
Don't stop, nigga, we ain't done, gun it through your f*ckin' road block

I'm sayin' who told y'all to let a muhf*cker back on the block
With the bullshit, see y'all done f*cked up now
Turn the volume up and bang it out the trunk now
You gotta problem son? Imagine how the club sound

Look and see I'm ready to spark it
Soon as I zoom on my target, muhf*cker, better roll out the carpet
See the way I comin' through and how I kick in the door
Watch how I coffee grind like never before, the way I wreck from the door

So I mack wit' 'em, passin' 'em, when I'm speakin'
I'm preachin', all my niggaz out in every hood
You tryin' to compete? You better be incredibly good
Niggaz you want heat? I figured you would

That's I waste no time to give it to you niggaz
(This time)
And give you all the jewels in
(This rhyme)
And then I put it down to you all
I can't get enough of it niggaz, I gotta explore
All of my options, I gotta get me plenty more

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Mansion, lots, planes, phantoms, bitch you better
Go, get you some
Hustlin', jugglin', robbin', stealin' shit, I gotta get this f*ckin'

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to
Go, get you some
Don't stop, nigga, we ain't done, gun it through your f*ckin' road block

A lot of niggaz shit sound dated
I'm like Shaq, franchise player just got traded
To the number one team in the league
See I ain't on J. Records, I'm on Dre Records, Aftermath, bitch

You need to learn 'cause you ain't knowin' the half, bitch
And while I'm gone I'm puttin' dough in the stash, bitch
So new and fresh I say it again
So what it do, don't test see I'ma blaze to the end
I'm comin' through, so confess you niggaz know who the kid
I'm like a newborn nigga, that's securing a win

So new and so current and they hate this
The streets'll classify in another level of greatness
I'm here to fix up the game, I'm givin' it a facelift
New and improved, watch the way, I make the game shift
Now watch me swing it out the ballpark
I come to shut it down, don't let the war start while I come to get the

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Mansion, lots, planes, phantoms, bitch you better
Go, get you some
Hustlin', jugglin', robbin', stealin' shit, I gotta get this f*ckin'

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to
Go, get you some
Don't stop, nigga, we ain't done, gun it through your f*ckin' road block
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Writer: ANDRE ROMELL YOUNG, CHE J. POPE, DAWAUN W. PARKER, MARK CHRISTOPHER BATSON, MARSHA AMBROSIUS, TREVOR SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.


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