Nicki Minaj - I Get Money Remix Lyrics

I Get Money (Remix)

[Nicki Minaj]
F*** I look like coppin’ denin and tops
Niggas wanna book me but they ain’t spendin’ no guap
That’s why I pull up to the curb like fuck’s the world
You know I keep the 22 tucked in the girdle
Had to leak one of my bitches off “Throop and Myrtle”
Put the shells to your back now they callin you turtle
See if you wanna laugh, you can laugh
But ni*** get my money, get my cash, get my math
See everythin’s funny till that ass gettin' trashed
Getting dirty money like my stash need a bath
See boys, if I don’t make cents then it don’t make dollas
When broke niggas holla I just pop my collars
The dope boys get it, yeah, the dope boys cool
But the white boys say, they be like Nicki’s rules
Like ya got money cuz you’re sittin' on dubs
Where your company ni*** where your pay stubs
Look im on the grind n’ im lookin' for the grub
5o in the club n’ we lookin for the bub
Talkin about wanna interjoin me
First you gon’ get need to get a couple employees
Get your money right, get your money right right
Then you can bite, you know this something tight tight
You know I smoke bitches, im a need a light light
Coogi on my coochie size 3, white nikes, YEAH!

[Hook]
I get money, money I got
I get money, money I got
I get money, money I got
I get money, money I got
(I get it) i-I get money
I got m-money I got, m-money I got

[Amil]
While y’all motherfuc*** was talkin that K-Mart shit
Every two days my man was movin' 4-6 bricks
And I copped me a 5 bedroom house
2 car garage, 3 full baths, I love it when you run your mouth
Jag in the driveway, sittin' right next to the rover
Bitch I ain't neva been over
Broke ass runnin round talkin' bout im popped
Bag and shoes bout a g each, bitch what you got
I keep a fresh pair of sevens on
Bitch you still got 54’11’s on, uh
Since when I gave a f*** about this rappin shit
While you waitin' round for record deals, im stackin' bitch
I blow your budget in a day, your advance the same night
Before you talk next bitch get your money tight
Bitch I get money, money I got
Bitch I don’t come outta pocket
I let niggas cop it

[Hook]
I get money, money I got
I get money, money I got
(I get it) i-I get money
I got m-money I got, m-money I got
(I run new york)

[Lil Kim]
The bank don’t stop cause they put me in cuffs
Still made money up in the can, what the f***
I’ll have a baby by you baby, if you a billionaire
Write the check before I come, just sign right here
Im a stay rich, I ain't gon’ die tryna spend my shit
Im a die tryna spend your shit
Now-a-days these rap niggas on some feminine shit
So I guess Queen B gon’ be the man of this shit
Laughin at these rap bitches on some amateur shit
They better off makin a livin' some janitor shit
Who the hell is this chick
She been out kinda long
Had 1 hot song, im sorry I missed it
Too busy being conceited, puttin' on my lipstick
Takin trips out in Cali chillin' with the Hiltons
Yeah, im chillin, Kim top ballin'
With the top down throwin money thru ceiling
I get it!
The life style you only rap about I live it!
My man buys me cars that you hoes be rentin'
Im classy like the Phantom, you a Honda Civic
Lil Kim got your whole bank stop, I get it

Bustin shots, B-Bustin shots
Bustin shots, B-Bustin shots

[Remy]
See you can call this the Rem-mix
But it ain't Rem tho
Its Shesus Khryst, I switched up my M.O
The BX savior, gimme the paper
Im passin' out the collection plates
Cause I get gully, bust a shot right at your favorite rapper
Really kill Hip-Hop
See im gettin' the guap
Hater you just a Rem fan
I put haters in trunks and I don’t mean swin pants
I talk gun talk and people believe me
But that’s how I do it when I do it for TV
Tryna stop my cash flow
I flips on your assholes
My itinerary full, I got mad shows
Im goin overseas to see R to the Easy
At currency exchange I get Euro easy
And my hair be FRESH
My gear be FRESH
I got last year, this year and next
Cause

I-I get money, money I got
I-I get money, money I got
M-money I got – M-money I got
M-money I got – M-money I got