Lil Flip & Mr. Capone-E

(feat. Fingazz)
[Lil Flip:]
Hey
Put the beat up a little bit
Yeah
I like it right there
Thats 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 dont matter where you from (We stay on the grind)
We do what we gotta do (Got money on the mind)
In my hood
In yall 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 aint never comin home, you know
When you locked up
Your woman gone
Youll do the same thang (If you aint got no cash)
Youll do the same thang (If you aint got no ass)
Im addicted to cash, Im 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 wouldnt trade it)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Mr. Capone-E]
Its 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 spposed to solve this
Trade my humble for that GT Bentley
Im trying to come up
Homey, why you envy?
Aint my fault, Im that number one stunna
Dont 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 tats
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
Aint 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 Im still up to no good
Acting a fool, tryna stay sucker-free
After party at the club, chill, V.I.P.
Cause Im 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
Its 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
[ Hustle For The Same Thing Lyrics ]