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