Eminem "Get Money" |
[Intro] Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess who�s back You thought I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3) [Verse] They keep on sayin� the same rappers are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they�re just tryna distract it From the fact that I�m comin� back Or maybe it�s cause I ain�t black, maybe it�s because of that Maybe it�s because I�m the highest sellin� artist in rap While I�m sittin� back in my office jackin� off to my plaques I�m still sick, how can I be sick this long And I�m still alive, Magic Johnson arise I thrive on makin� my opponents think that I�ve died That�s when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there Damn I forgot how much money he got On the beach of Saint-Tropez, but your man don�t lay In the sun cause I don�t tan, I burn, blood clot When you gonna learn how much money we�ve earned How does it feel to know I came in this game at 25 And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still And Fif� here to lick on that Coca-Cola shit And he ain�t even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score To go from sellin� bags to bottles right out the store And Shady hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers So stay the fuck off us, we make pay I�m just a super easy modest MC, okay? Til I hear the word has been, that�s when I start spazzin� Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then I�m the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards I�m a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanye�s glasses! Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |