Got Money Album Version (Edited)

Yeah, I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of Money right now to the VIP section. Hey, you got Young Mula in house tonight, Baby. Yeah. Yeah. Young. Hey, hey, yeah. Yeah. Young. Yeah, baby. If you got money and you know it, Take it out your pocket and show it and Throw it like this the way, that the way, This the way, that the way. You gettin' mugged from everybody you see, Then hang over the wall of the VIP like This the way, that the way, This the way, that the I got a sponsor To the club. She love the way I did It, boo. I see her boyfriend hatin' like a City cop. Now I ain't never been a chicken, But my fitted cock. Say I ain't never been a chicken, but my Semi cock. Now where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out. And we so 'bout it, 'bout it. Now what are you about? DJ show me love, he say my name when The music stop. Young Money, Lil Wayne, Then the music drop. I make it snow, I make it flurry. I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry. Yeah, Young Wayne on the move, AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain on the move. If you got money and you know it, Take it out your pocket and show it and Throw it like this the way, that the way, This the way, that the way. If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see, Then hang over the wall of the VIP like This the way, that the way, this the way, That the way. Money for the money, too for the show. Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll. Like some clap-on lights in this bitch. I'ma be clappin' all night in this bitch. Lights out, man's out, creep silent. She smilin', he muggin'. Who cares? 'Cause my goons are like, "Yeah." Like it's nothin' to a big dog and I'm A Great Dane. I wear eight chains. I mean so much ice, they yell, "Skate Wayne." She wanna fuck me, see if she wanna rape Wayne. If you got money and you Know it, take it out your pocket and show It and throw it like this the way, That the way, This the way, that the way. If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see, Then hang over the wall of the VIP like, Okay, it's Young Wayne on the move, AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain on the move like hey. Everybody say, Mr. Rain Man, can we have a rainy day? Bring a umbrella, please bring a Umbrella-ella-ella-ella. Hey. Take better hope than a trick, But you know it ain't clickin' if you got It. You know you ain't fuckin' if you not Dickin'. I cool your ass down if you think You hot shit. So relax, watch this. I do it four, five, six. My clique clack goes the black four-fifth. And just like that I blow that shit 'cause, Bitch, I'm the bomb like tick, tick. If you got money and you know it, Take it out your pocket and show it and Throw it like this the way, that the way, This the way, that the way. If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see, Then hang over the wall of the VIP like This the way, that way, this the way, That the way. Yeah, it's Young Wayne on the move, AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain on the move. Yeah, Young Wayne on the move. Make her strip up all the love, T-Pain on The move. Um, Young Mula, baby.