Lil Wayne – Got Money (feat. T-Pain) Lyrics

Got Money

Lil Wayne (feat. T-Pain)

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"Got Money." - Lil Wayne (feat. T-Pain)

Monday, 26 October 2026, 03:22 am

Album: Tha Carter III (Deluxe Revised)

Track No: 04

I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money
Right now to the VIP section
You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Young, Young, Young, Young, Young Mula, baby
If you got money and you know it
Then take it out your pocket and show it then, throw it like
Fly this-a-way
Fly that-a-way
Fly this-a-way
Fly that-a-way
If you getting mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
Fly this-a-way
Fly that-a-way
Fly this-a-way
Fly that-a-way
Now I was bouncing through the club
She love the way I Diddy-Bop
I see her boyfriend hating like a city cop
Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked
Say, I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked
Now where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out
And we so 'bout it, 'bout it, now what are you about?
DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop
"Young Money, Lil Wayne," then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry
Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make-It-Rain on them hoes, Young Money
If you got money and you know it
Then take it out your pocket and show it then, throw it like
Fly this-a-way
Fly that-a-way
Fly this-a-way
Fly that-a-way
If you getting mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
Fly this-a-way
Fly that-a-way
Fly this-a-way
Fly that a way
It go one for the money, two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
I'ma be clapping all night in this bitch
Lights off, mask on
Creep silent, she smiling
He mugging, who cares?
'Cause my goons are right here
Like it's nothing to a big dog
And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains
I'm in so much ice, they yell, "Skate, Wayne"
She wanna fuck Wheezy, but she wanna rape Wayne (And I'ma let her)
If you got money and you know it
Then take it out your pocket and show it then, throw it like
Fly this-a-way
Fly that-a-way
Fly this-a-way
Fly that-a-way
If you getting mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
Okay, it's young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make-It-Rain on them hoes
Like yeah, and everybody say
Mr. Rain Man, can we have a rainy day?
Bring an umbrella, please, bring an umbrella
'Ella, 'ella, 'ella, aye
Bitch ain't shit but a hoe and a trick
But you know it ain't tricking if you've got it
You know we ain't fucking if you not thick
And I'll cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit
So Rolex watch this, I do it four, five, six
My click, clack goes the black four-fifth
And just like it, I'll blow that shit
'Cause, bitch, I'm the bomb like tick, tick, bitch
If you got money and you know it
Then take it out your pocket and show it then, throw it like
Fly this-a-way
Fly that-a-way
Fly this-a-way
Fly that-a-way
If you getting mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
Fly this-a-way
Fly that-a-way
Fly this-a-way
Fly that-a-way
Yeah, it's young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make-It-Rain on them hoes
Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love, T-Pain on them hoes, uh-huh
Um, Young Mula, baby

Writer(s): D. Carter, Jermaine Preyan, F. Najm, Juan Salinas & Oscar Salinas.

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