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Styles F/ Lil' Mo Miscellaneous Daddy Get That Cash [Lil' Mo] Styles P... It's Lil' Mo, holla at me Get that cash daddy [Styles] If it's you versus me - think about it They gon yell my name when they announce the winner And I ain't bout to sell much I got my honeys on the plane but the birds flyin south for the winter Go get ya self familiated I'm so gangsta that, just know'n myself makes me affiliated What chu think honey hold 'em hammers for? So she can spend 10 cent at Jill Sander store? We gon hit Rodeo Drive on Beverly Hills Though I love her, so I'm spendin like 70 bills Every week she bring the llello in, keep ya payroll big Light a blunt, and just beg me to chill Ain't a player but my life is real all of the time So she went and copped a gun a little smaller than mine That's a down ass chick, and she keep it real So 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 cash Go and get the black suit, grab the burner plus get that match She said "Tell my where you goin" It's no doubt I'm comin in Cause she could fit a little 9 or a 22 right inside her bra or Calvin Klein underwear Mami you could stay home and bag up the work I'm just goin out to play chrome or nag up a jerk If I kiss her then her heart'll melt Listen dogg, you don't understand the work, that she carry in the garder belt No doubt I love her, I'ma tell you the truth But dont' get it fucked up, and get bucked up Only thing sweet about P is his tooth And she could sleep with another dude She 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 cash Get the condo and the mink, and the ring and the gift wrapped Jag And you still got the bomb head, I pay the phone and the rent But keep it real Boo, you pay the Con-ed If I get knoced, she in the VI room With some money on my books, give weed to a nigga Don't worry about shit, cause I be out soon No doubt that's my booby-cat She drop my bricks off right on Broadway, and she go and get a doobie wrap Lookin at the god like we oughta elope One pop for the pasta, one pot for the coke Holiday Styles, dick one shot for the dough And it's sorta like we Bonnie and Clyde I load the ouie up, she gon roll the gouie up, then mami abide And she said "Daddy get that cash" She know I would but had no idea that I would skip that fast [Chorus] |
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