Текст песни Styles f Lil` Mo - Daddy Get That Cash
Styles f Lil` Mo - Daddy Get That Cash слова песни
[Lil` Mo]Styles P...It`s Lil` Mo, holla at meGet that cash daddy[Styles]If it`s you versus me - think about itThey gon yell my name when they announce the winnerAnd I ain`t bout to sell muchI got my honeys on the plane but the birds flyin south for the winterGo get ya self familiatedI`m so gangsta that, just know`n myself makes me affiliatedWhat chu think honey hold `em hammers for?So she can spend 10 cent at Jill Sander store?We gon hit Rodeo Drive on Beverly HillsThough I love her, so I`m spendin like 70 billsEvery week she bring the llello in, keep ya payroll bigLight a blunt, and just beg me to chillAin`t a player but my life is real all of the timeSo she went and copped a gun a little smaller than mineThat`s a down ass chick, and she keep it realSo I`ma keep it real back all of the time[Chorus: Lil` Mo (Styles)]Daddy gotta get that cash (I`m gonna get it, I`m gonna get it)Daddy gotta get that cash (I`m gonna get it, I`m gonna get it)Daddy gotta get that cash (I`m gonna get it, I`m gonna get it)Daddy gotta get that cash (I`m gonna get it, I`m gonna get it)[Styles]Daddy go and get that cashGo and get the black suit, grab the burner plus get that matchShe said "Tell my where you goin"It`s no doubt I`m comin inCause she could fit a little 9 or a 22 right inside her bra or Calvin Klein underwearMami you could stay home and bag up the workI`m just goin out to play chrome or nag up a jerkIf I kiss her then her heart`ll meltListen dogg, you don`t understand the work, that she carry in the garder beltNo doubt I love her, I`ma tell you the truthBut dont` get it fucked up, and get bucked upOnly thing sweet about P is his toothAnd she could sleep with another dudeShe gon tell me where the safe at, the coke at, how to rob his mother too"Daddy go and get that cash"...That`s what my honey holla`d out every time I hit that ass[Chorus][Styles]Since you helped daddy get that cashGet the condo and the mink, and the ring and the gift wrapped JagAnd you still got the bomb head, I pay the phone and the rentBut keep it real Boo, you pay the Con-edIf I get knoced, she in the VI roomWith some money on my books, give weed to a niggaDon`t worry about shit, cause I be out soonNo doubt that`s my booby-catShe drop my bricks off right on Broadway, and she go and get a doobie wrapLookin at the god like we oughta elopeOne pop for the pasta, one pot for the cokeHoliday Styles, dick one shot for the doughAnd it`s sorta like we Bonnie and ClydeI load the ouie up, she gon roll the gouie up, then mami abideAnd she said "Daddy get that cash"She know I would but had no idea that I would skip that fast[Chorus]