featuring C-Bo, Otis, Shug



*(Otis & Shug)*



Gotta get my money!

Gotta get my money!

Gotta get it... !



*(Chorus)*



Diamonds an clothes (diamonds an clothes)

Money an hoes (money an hoes)

Make lotta doe (make lotta doe)

For them thugs an Kavieal's

Mobbin' a Range (mobbin' a Range)

Stackin my change (stackin my change)

Cuz it ain't no thang (cuz it ain't no thang)

Gettin it to me's how we play.



Verse 1 *(Bart)*



We hit the spot on a Sunday afternoon

it's hella hot the homies sellin rocks

actin' a fool

aight, cool

you know the rules

Linen an jewels

but you can catch me in a Lex side lined by the pool

the Mobb kind wit no care for the vice

my crew was trife

stay influenced for a selectable price

the Mobb Life

the lime light

we balla tight

Mercedez an pretty ladies to fill a room full of spikes

you bitches hate it cuz we finally made it

first it was famous now it's the world that we out there takin

no longer chasin

Kamakazi to the world yellin

"You cowards jealous!"

An wonder why that we all felons

I do it better

crack your cerebellum

I push a kick to watch my stack develop

you playa hatas got me born to swell up

on a mission dodgin clips

an the Mobb representin

it's Kaviealstar's

Handle Bar wishes.

Uh.



Chorus *(Otis & Shug)*



Verse 2 *(C-Bo)*



We get the money

mo' money

that's how it came

Rolex, chains an thangs

my mission's to only gain

when Otis & Shug sang we get them major change

two live playas on they way to do major thangs

not juss to floss

we be the boss

like Kingpin's

me an B.A. in a rag Ferari swingin

wit the connection like the WESTSIDE!

On the best side

we do it, gotta get the money... right

an keep it crackin like Kastro hoes say

money over tricks buy the tons wit no play

house party poppin at the Malibu estates

diamond jew-els

big bodies an sails an Navigate's

we get them light skinned

dark skinned

short an tall

we like them baseball playas you know we knocks 'em all

catch me at home plate, butt naked in my drawls

grand slams an home runs they never find the ball

we Kavial's!



*(Chorus)*



Verse 3 *(Bart)*



Steppin wit my weapon concentratin on seven

got both of my knees dirty

gamblin

two grand on eleven

my nigga hit

yellin out this shit

shake 'em up better

but I'm juss scramblin

handlin

my portion of chedda

we good fellas

hood fellas

pop the Crist an hop in the six-hundred

cuz ain't question where that bitch runnin

I hit 'em an quit 'em

stick 'em an lick 'em

but if it's worse enough I bet she pullin my linen

my head spinnin

legs bendin

it's all splended

we all grinnin

cuz havin a ball cuz we all chillin

juss feel the realest

don't need to mention

we juss kickin an stick up enough doe to make a livin, livin.



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