Lyrics: Jerry Tineo/Lester Fernandez/F. Arbex
Music: Jerry Tineo/Lester Fernandez/F. Arbex
Watch out now
Yea yea uh-uh
Mm-mmm
Get money get money
（Get get money get money）
（Get get money get money）
（Get）GET MONEY GET MONEY
（Get）GET MONEY GET MONEY
Yeah GET MONEY
GET MONEY
out now
Aiyyo my song's on
I gotta get my grub
On some to-to
（I love to-to）
Order three buckets of Mo'-Mo'
We gettin more dough
Off the books
（you gettin gelly）
Pullin more hoes off the looks
（you gettin gelly）
You wan'hate me
Cause your wifey
Wants a autograph
From the look in her eyes
I can see she wants more than that
When I see fat asses
I make fat passes like quarterback
Beatnuts is ALLA THAT
Your shit ALL THE WACK
Open can-dela
If you foolin wit mah cheddah
Hardrock ever since
Junior high suela
Fly fella takin my beats
To make your crowd get up
I'm fed up niggas wanna bring it
WHATEVER
I'mma storm your pa-rade
（pa-rade）
Blow your legs off
With a gre-nade now you flappin
Like a mermaid
Yappin off bitch you cough
At the lips
While I'm at the bar baggin
The bartender tips
Then I bag this chick with a
and the eye
She did the butterfly
Rubbin her a**
Against my buttonfly
I could ALREADY
Imagine my shit stuck inside
Everytime I strike haters be like
****ing guy
How's that yo
It's hard for you to swallow
It don't take much for us
To let the metal holla
Lead's bustin out
Of a old black Impala
Thug nigga only **** wit
Muchacha malla
Big Ju dimelo el coño
How we do
How we do
（How we do）
How the girl don't only love me
They love you
Whatchu gonna do
（What what what ）
Nigga whatchu gonna do
（What yo）
Here's to my pollyin niggas
Who campaign
To the killers who be lovin
The chicas and champagne
Thugs who get wild in the club
And snatch chains
Players who be pimpin the hoes
With no brains
Front watch a nigga
Get shot from close range
The most range
Crazy mother****er won't change
Beatnuts forever diehard
You want pain
Cause you walkin outta
Here breathin is insane
Flip a beat fast you leave the club
With a heat rash
You got a weak stash
Came in the club with a free pass
I ain't even know they made a Roley
For your cheap a**
Makin me laugh you was
In jail wearin kneepads
Now the beef has
Gotten over your head
It's over you dead
Ranger Rover both of your legs
Til both of us said
Platinum gettin took this year
Cause for real there ain't nothin
But crooks in here nigga
How's that yo
It's hard for you to swallow
It don't take much for us
To let the metal holla
Lead's bustin out
Of a old black Impala
Thug nigga only **** wit
Muchacha malla
Big Ju dimelo el coño
How we do
How we do
How the girl don't only love me
They love you
Whatchu gonna do
（What what what ）
Nigga whatchu gonna do
（What yo）
Whatcha gon'do
When Beatnuts come through baby
（Get money get money）
（Get money get money）
（Get money get money）
（Get money get money）
（Get money get money）
（Get money get money）
Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up
（Get money get money）
Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up