Get Rich To This Lyrics by Goodie Mob Featuring Sleepy Brown

Get Rich To This Lyrics

    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

    Chorus

    [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!

    Chorus

    [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

    Chorus (to fade)

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