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Get Rich To This

This song is by Goodie Mob and appears on the album World Party (1999).

Original video
We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
Thank God for Fridays (get rich to this)
Hey, hey, hey, hey (get rich to this)

We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
Thank God for Fridays (get rich to this)
Say, say, say, say (get rich to this)

It'll be all slippery, slick with it
Automatically 'cause I'm the shit with it
I'm psyched out, sick with it
Like E-40 and The Click with it
Each sucker MC better know about it

I make your girlfriend hoe about it
I make a muh'fucka know about it
Somebody better tell him
Cock it back, hit a lick with it

Keep it workin', drop a brick with it
Off the block, serve a nig with it
Whip a brand new whip wid it
Apartment flow, you ain't know?

Look here li'l girl it come equipped with it
She freaky deaky lick her lips with it
She thick thick with it
Jump, stump, twist with it

Make 'em make 'em make 'em scrap with it
Tear da club up, champagne campaign with it
Party people do your thang with it
I get to it y'all
I get the funds then I split with it
A natural born money maker nitty-grit with it
Ha? I get rich y'all

We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
Thank God for Fridays (get rich to this)
Say, say, say, say (get rich to this)

Ha, boy I done bought D's with this
Big bout it, Benz car keys with this
Condos in the Cancun summer breeze with this
And you know, doin good fo' sho'
I'm gettin rich too hollerin out Calhoun know

Nigga, nickeled and dimed and did dirt for this
Do a show and sweat up my good shirt for this
Snap back to toast I'll have to hurt for this
So when I get me a li'l bit I'mma wear my shit

And if I lose it, I ain't gon' cry about it
I ain't no dummy, goddamnit I ain't about to die about it
But fuck wid me though, I'll let a few fly about it
Don't test me boy, because I about it

So I'm the major money maker, motherfuck these niggas
Keep yo' eyes on amounts, accounts and some bankers
Get high, get fly, til you get it, gettin by
Don't switch, get krunk, get drunk, get rich

From the bottom to the top now it's hot, keepin' it heated
People about to see they chasin after cash in the ass
Suckers crash on the blast from the past
Goodie MO.B. Backbone and OutKast, whatchu think this was, black?

Take your sorry ass watch me blow, turnin my lyrics in the flow
This is how it go and it go, perfect picture paintin'
Million dollar hold in the Cascade, in the shade
Well, I'se gon' get paid to this, and find a wife to this

I'm bout to cut, like a knife to this
And find that and find that, top top
We get rich to this, yeah

We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
Thank God for Fridays (get rich to this)
Say, say, say, say (get rich to this)

The Goodie they call me, they wanted a player to bust to this
I'm takin this thang, slow slow motion just can't rush with this
We all in the family, what have we, I think we done found a freak hoe
People all in my wallet hopin' to frolic we gon' seek hoe

Just hold up; you know my pockets swoll up
I'mma let you suck my dick to meet your quota
And you're fine, kinda shorter
But I made this money before you got a Toyota and Explorer
And when I'm off in the mall gettin fresh, I'm gon' ignore ya

Look at the earrings, the gold chains, the diamonds around my neckpiece
The leather suede snake Elizabeth all up on my left B
Hoe look at all these emeralds and these rubies and my gold teeth
Thinkin' a nigga spiritual tryin' to build but you don't know me

See there's more than meets the ear
So we can ball that's if we chose to
Move back I'm droppin' the top
And yes it's mine and gul it's new too

Sign yo' grill with this
Canary yellow bowlin' ball silk drawers with this
Crushed velvet diamond cut, y'all get wreck with this

Tonight, Gipp get woozy
Might step outside and might catch me a floozie
Some loozy double-stitched hoochie
Y'all chase records while we chase coochie

The realest Down South hot two
In your face like kabuki
Get krunk, don't be no lame brain top bankhead
Props, I'm prayin with this

Boys on the ave, flood shots to this
Girls in the club flirt out to this
State your name baby and get rich to this

We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
Thank God for Fridays (get rich to this)
Say, say, say, say (get rich to this)

We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
Thank God for Fridays (get rich to this)
Say, say, say, say (get rich to this)

We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
Thank God for Fridays (get rich to this)
Say, say, say, say (get rich to this)

Written by:

Robert Barnett Wikipedia16 / Thomas Callaway / Cameron Gipp Wikipedia16 / Willie Edward Knighton, Jr. Wikipedia16 / R. Chris Murphy / Ray Murray / Rico Wade Wikipedia16 / Jamahr Williams

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