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Ja Rule Get Money

, get the money! Quiz, get the money! Quiz, get the money, no time, no cash! Get the money! Brooklyn! Get the money! Brooklyn! Get the money!?no cash! Get the money! Up town! Get

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get the money! Queens, get the money! Queens, get the money! long time, no cash! Brooklyn! Get money! Brooklyn! Get money! Brooklyn! Get money! Long time no cash Up town, get money Up town, get

home to plenty cream Bentleys (Ahehe) You name it, I could claim it Young, black and famous with money hangin' out the anus And when you need a hit, who you go and get

while: [Puffy] I'm just trying to get my money, right Don't fuck wit my money I won't fuck wit your money If you fuck with my money I make you like one

want is somebody who's gonna love me for me Somebody I can love for them All this money don't mean shit If you ain't got nobody to share it with Love rules

me What it do baby girl Get on the dance floor Will you put your drink down Come and dance with me Money make the world go round that's what they say Conversation rules

blow it If you reap it, you sow it I, pay my, dues and it's the rules that I play by Carry the team like I'm A I I used to cook rocks, and hit the block And gun in the bushes and money

can't Clyde Bonnie us Fly walls down in the fly halls Come to the master suite leave every piece in the masterhall All about money tied in a know stand