(feat. Fingazz)

[Lil' Flip:]
Hey
Put the beat up a little bit
Yeah
I like it right there
That's perfect
Matter fact, this track is perfect
We talking about gettin' this money
No matter where you from
Europe, France, Switzerland
Amsterdam, Houston, Cali, get money



[Chorus: Fingazz]
It don't matter where you from (We stay on the grind)
We do what we gotta do (Got money on the mind)
In my hood
In y'all hood
We gotta hustle for the same thing
We gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right
We gotta get it, gotta get that money
We gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right
We gotta get it, gotta get that money

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
We grind for the same thang
I got a few partners on the chain gang
And ain't never comin' home, you know
When you locked up
Your woman gone
You'll do the same thang (If you ain't got no cash)
You'll do the same thang (If you ain't got no ass)
I'm addicted to cash, I'm allergic to haters
Blunts make my throat burn (Nigga, roll up a paper)
Flossy in Vegas, then I light optimos
All this ice, got me with a flock of hoes
In H-Town
Niggas get paid for real
Fuck what you heard
We chop on blades, for real
Pimp C back home, gettin' his money on
Like Puffy Combs, the nigga got his own calogne
And two big homes, plus I got exotic cars
It feel good to be a ghetto star (I wouldn't trade it)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Mr. Capone-E]
It's a struggle that we live for
Stayin' alive
While Bush startin' more wars
Out grindin'
Money is a object
Gas prices going up, and how we s'pposed to solve this
Trade my humble for that GT Bentley
I'm trying to come up
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Homey, why you envy?
Ain't my fault, I'm that number one stunna
Don't Get It Twisted was my business summer
Shine the hoes with the cash flows
Buy the Don Perignon, at the optimo
Can I get a V.I.P. at The Lounge, partner?
They never seen a bald-headed homey eating lobster
Trippin' cocktails, all drinks on me
Jokers givin' out tat's
At the party
Time for the brams, to make that cash
Sittin' next to George Lopez
He made me laugh

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
In my hood, niggas get money all day
Look, before I hit the blunt, I stop and pray
Each and every day
I never forget
I rap now, but you know, a nigga came from bricks
Catchin' lights movin' white
To get that green
Ain't no furniture, but shit, I got me a flat screen
That was '98
Now I got cake
In the 18-room grill like Bobby Plate

[Mr. Capone-E:]
I got a house on the hills and the house in the hood
A house on the beach, and I'm still up to no good
Acting a fool, tryna stay sucker-free
After party at the club, chill, V.I.P.
Cause I'm dressed like the president
Call my chauffer
Ladies love me, so I tell 'em, "Come closer"
And gimme a kiss, cause ya boy made a hit
It's all about the money
Now, just sing
Oh!

[Chorus]

[Fingazz:]
Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right
Gotta get it, gotta get that money
"Fi-fi"
[scratching]
"Fi-Fingazz on the track"
We gotta get it, gotta get that money
Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right
Gotta get it, gotta get that money
Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right
Gotta get it, gotta get that money

(featuring Big Shasta)

(Lil' Flip talking)
This for all the smokers
get your lighters, get you a fat sweet
put this in, and just ride heh

(Big Shasta:Chorus)
I can smell the chronic in the air tonight(tonight)
smoke on, smoke on
I been rollin paper squares all night long(night long)
I'm so gone, I'm so gone



(Lil' Flip:Verse 1)
First you roll it up and put it to your lips
fire it up, take a puff and let ya mind start to drift
welcome to the world of pipes and bums
if you a weed smoker you gon' like this song
and if you don't smoke you better listen anyway
you might as well find out what you missin anyway
if it wasn't for chronic I don't know what I would do
I'd probably just pack all my shit and move
to Amsterdam where everybody smoke weed
over there you can buy an ounce from a police
so if I don't speak to you it don't mean I'm stuck up
the only thing it mean is Lil' Flip is fucked up..

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip:Verse 2)
So all you cats smokin bullshit you better stop it now
cause the only thing I blow is Endo and Chocolate Thai
everyday I get high I believe I can fly
air freshner for my car, Visine for my eyes
I'm a smoker so pass me the lighter
I smoke so much I got my own fire fighter
while I'm pull all nighters all week long
you can call me and Taz a black Cheech and Chong
I'm own my speaker phone gettin blowed like a feather
25 dubbies on my dresser, yessa
I'm a chain smoker ridin in a Range Rover
and when I smoke Endo I use a flame thrower
some people use X and PCP, but all I need is light green trees for me
and if I don't speak to you it don't mean I'm stuck up
the only thing it mean is Lil' Flip is fucked up..

(Big Shasta:Chorus)
I can smell the chronic in the air tonight(tonight)
smoke on, smoke on
I been rollin paper squares all night long(night long)
I'm so gone, I'm so gone

(Lil' Flip:Verse 3)
Ay you got hash, Endo type flight cousin
I'm pumpin gas, by the stop light on Cuttlin
I'm buzzin drivin in-tox-icated
and the life style I live I know you got to hate it
I smoke, and smoke, I never choke
he got some bunk weed man get a roll
I'm crackin jokes, I laugh and giggle
I'm about to break it down so pass the scissors
roll up a fatty and take puff
roll up another if it ain't enough
I smoke blunts everyday so don't ask me shit
and if that weed ain't fire don't pass me shit

(Big Shasta:Chorus)
I can smell the chronic in the air tonight(tonight)
smoke on, smoke on
I been rollin paper squares all night long(night long)
I'm so gone, I'm so gone