Chorus: Goodie Mob



We peel out sideways (get rich to this)

We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)

Thank God for Friday's (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 Friday's (get rich to this)

Say say say say!! (get rich to this)



[Backbone]

It'll be all slipp-ery, slick wid it

Automatically ? I'm the shit wid it

I'm psyched out, Sic-Wid-It

like E-40 and The Click wid it

He 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 wid it

Keep it workin drop a brick wid it

Off the block, serve a nig wid it

Whip a brand new whip wid it

Apartment flow, you ain't know?

Look here lil girl it come equipped wid it

She freaky deaky lick her lips wid it

She thick thick wid it

Jump, stump, twist wid it

Make em make em make em scrap wid it

Tear da club up, champagne campaign wid it

Party people do your thang wid it

I get to it y'all;

I get the funds then I split wid it

A natural born money maker nitty-grit wid it

Ha? I get rich y'all



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[Cee-Lo]

Ha.. boy I done bought D's wid dis

Big bout-it Benz car keys wid dis

Condos in the Cancun summer breeze wid dis

And you know, doin good fo' sho'

I'm gettin rich too hollerin out Calhoun know

Nigga; nickeled and dimed and did dirt for dis

Do a show and sweat up my good shirt for dis

Snap back to toast I'll haveta hurt for dis

So when I get me a lil' bit I'ma wear my shit

and if I lose it, I ain't gon' cry about it

I ain't no dummy god damnit 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 niggaz

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



[T-Mo]

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 dis, and find a wife to dis

I'm bout to cut, like a knife to dis

and find dat, and find dat, top top, we get rich to dis, yeah!



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[Big Boi]

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' see hoe

just hold up; you know my pockets swoll up

I'ma 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



[Khujo]

Sign yo' grill wid dis

Canary yellow bowlin ball silk drawers wid dis

Crushed velvet diamond cut, y'all get wreck wid dis



[Gipp]

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



[Kuhjo]

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 wid dis



[Gipp]

Boys on the ave, flood shots to dis

Girls in the club flirt out to dis

State your name baby and get rich to dis



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