*(Otis & Shug)*      Gotta get my money!   Gotta get my money!   Gotta get it... !      *(Chorus)*      Diamonds an clothes (diamonds an clothes)   Money an hoes (money an hoes)   Make lotta doe (make lotta doe)   For them thugs an Kavieal's   Mobbin' a Range (mobbin' a Range)   Stackin my change (stackin my change)   Cuz it ain't no thang (cuz it ain't no thang)   Gettin it to me's how we play.      Verse 1 *(Bart)*      We hit the spot on a Sunday afternoon   it's hella hot the homies sellin rocks   actin' a fool   aight, cool   you know the rules   Linen an jewels   but you can catch me in a Lex side lined by the pool   the Mobb kind wit no care for the vice   my crew was trife   stay influenced for a selectable price   the Mobb Life   the lime light   we balla tight   Mercedez an pretty ladies to fill a room full of spikes   you bitches hate it cuz we finally made it   first it was famous now it's the world that we out there takin   no longer chasin   Kamakazi to the world yellin   "You cowards jealous!"   An wonder why that we all felons   I do it better   crack your cerebellum   I push a kick to watch my stack develop   you playa hatas got me born to swell up   on a mission dodgin clips   an the Mobb representin   it's Kaviealstar's   Handle Bar wishes.   Uh.      Chorus *(Otis & Shug)*      Verse 2 *(C-Bo)*      We get the money   mo' money   that's how it came   Rolex, chains an thangs   my mission's to only gain   when Otis & Shug sang we get them major change   two live playas on they way to do major thangs   not juss to floss   we be the boss   like Kingpin's   me an B.A. in a rag Ferari swingin   wit the connection like the WESTSIDE!   On the best side   we do it, gotta get the money... right   an keep it crackin like Kastro hoes say   money over tricks buy the tons wit no play   house party poppin at the Malibu estates   diamond jew-els   big bodies an sails an Navigate's   we get them light skinned   dark skinned   short an tall   we like them baseball playas you know we knocks 'em all   catch me at home plate, butt naked in my drawls   grand slams an home runs they never find the ball   we Kavial's!      *(Chorus)*      Verse 3 *(Bart)*      Steppin wit my weapon concentratin on seven   got both of my knees dirty   gamblin   two grand on eleven   my nigga hit   yellin out this shit   shake 'em up better   but I'm juss scramblin   handlin   my portion of chedda   we good fellas   hood fellas   pop the Crist an hop in the six-hundred   cuz ain't question where that bitch runnin   I hit 'em an quit 'em   stick 'em an lick 'em   but if it's worse enough I bet she pullin my linen   my head spinnin   legs bendin   it's all splended   we all grinnin   cuz havin a ball cuz we all chillin   juss feel the realest   don't need to mention   we juss kickin an stick up enough doe to make a livin, livin.      *(Chorus)* 2x