The $ - J Dilla

Yo, I’m thinkin of a master plan

I’m blingin with the cash in hand

I got a muh’fuckin right to shine nigga

I paid my dues, I earned this cake I abuse

I burn the paper the way I choose

I gotta, handle my B.I., and I do

And hold the T-I-N-Y tool

With a mind of its own, no tellin what it might do

Mess with my loot and it might pop

It might lock, it might not, it might SHOOT!

And it’s not the chance to take, just like it’s not the answer

Who out for the paper?

Hands UP

Lay back and pay that dancer

Holla if you ever been placed in handcuffs

Survival the name of the game, you wanna play?

You wanna race don’t wait for the bang!

Let’s go

Gotta go and get the money — worldwide, let’s get it

Gotta go and get the money — can’t stop hustlin baby

Gotta go and get the money — («the money») it’s for you

Gotta go and get the dough — okay!

Mo-ney

(Gotta go and) get these nuts

Yes it reads cheese or bust

Dilla with the gangsta shit

Now let me say it again, and say it with feeling

Dilla with the gangsta shit!

Here to spit the flame

Here to get the bank and split

Here to twist the dank and hit it

Here to twist the game, here to flip this change and spend it

Down here in the valley of death, we walk that

Talk crap and wind up wet in the alley

Survival, the name of the game

And everywhere I go they play it the same

So stay mindin your own and grind and roll

Keep shinin, keep headlinin shows

And get that dough let’s eat my nigga

Let’s not be broke next week my nigga!

Cause you know how we do when we get the money — so keep stackin your chips

Gotta go and get the money — Dill' keep mackin your bitch

Gotta go and get the money — don’t stop, just do it

Gotta go and get the dough — we gon' rock on and, yeah

Gotta go and.

on and, on, yeah

Rock on and, we don’t quit

Rock on and on and on and

Rock on and, yeah!

Rock on and… on and.

on… rock on