r.kelly & jay-z - get this money的歌词，有的话给

　　[J] Yeah yeah

　　[R] Damn it's hot

　　[J] Like a muh'fucker

　　[R] Yo Jigga

　　[J] Whassup my nigga?

　　[R] Pop that water

　　[J] Fo'schizzle! {*both laughing*}

　　[R] Yeah

　　[J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon

　　[Jay-Z]

　　Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh

　　Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga

　　(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)

　　You better call the muh'fuckin cops

　　This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go

　　[R. Kelly] + (Jay-Z)

　　Keys to the Bentley, off to the club

　　Switchin lanes like what the..

　　Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh

　　But y'all know I don't love no.. (never love her)

　　She, say, she, slick

　　I'm, like, baby, please

　　She, say she's got a man

　　but what's that got to do with me? (f'real)

　　Some chicks like low-key

　　Wrists of, zero degrees

　　I'm, toxic off the Belve'

　　Two strippers, in my hotel suite

　　Fee fie and, foe fum-ah

　　Look out now, here I come-ah

　　For you haters, keepin up trauma

　　Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

　　[Chorus: R. Kelly]

　　You got what I want; I got what you need

　　Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney

　　You got what I want; I got what you need

　　Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney

　　[R. Kelly] + (Jay-Z)

　　Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock (woo!)

　　Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)

　　After that, menage-a-trois

　　And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)

　　Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya

　　Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)

　　See y'all niggaz know y'all need to grow up

　　Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)

　　Busters wanna hoop with me

　　Wanna run our ways, doin R&B

　　I'll, creep creep, blink blink

　　Cross your ass over, take it from me

　　Fee fie and, foe fum-ah

　　Look out now, here I come-ah

　　Golddiggers, this you gets none of

　　Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

　　[Chorus]

　　[Jay-Z] + (R. Kelly)

　　Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz

　　White tank top, cran-apple trim

　　Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems

　　Dice hands 'side both of them

　　Two rolls and I leave with a stack

　　Off to the club, G's in in the back

　　V.I.P. nigga beez like that

　　When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)

　　I spit this for my riders

　　Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers

　　We can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)

　　Young H-O-V-A

　　And the boy R. Kel', you know how we play

　　For that fetti, mayne, we'll let the lead rang

　　You young boyz ain't ready

　　You don't know NANN a nigga to NEAR Jigga

　　to NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel'

　　Yeah it's money, recognize the smell

　　And we up out this bitch, yell

　　[Chorus]

　　[Jay-Z] + (R. Kelly)

　　Gettin that money my nigga

　　Ha ha, ha ha

　　Ha ha ha ha ha ha

　　I gotta laugh at this shit (get.. this.. money)

　　Gettin this money my nigga

　　Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh

　　Oh it's too late to get scared niggaz (get.. this.. mo-ney)

　　It's way too late now..

　　.. gettin this money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)

　　[Chorus] + [Jay-Z ad libs]

　　[J] Gettin that money my nigga