Get Money
Stat Quo Lyrics


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Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)

Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)

G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me? Check it out

Porsche spots, drop, gun in the stash, box
Get your bitch-ass, shot stuntin around here
Here flow so, hot, they say I got it, locked
Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear
Look the wrists stay, rocked, the Ruger stay
Cocked i hope you smoke a lot
Cause I supply your weed, spots
Got a few questions and I need
The answer on the spot that bitch you with
She like you or she like what you got?
Tryin to maintain
Tearin niggas out the frame
Semi-automatic flows you know how it goes
Boss, B-O-S-S-M-A-N, gun in hand
Understand, gettin money is the plan
Greg Street is my man

Uhh, gettin money, YEAH!
Stat Quo baby, Atlanta's own in this thang
Uh, uh

I stays by my 'fetti baby, big boy Chevy baby
Choose a pimp, hop on in
Only if you're ready baby
Ain't no ifs or maybes
Motherfuckers gotta pay me
Radio, gotta play me, stack a mil'
I know you hate me
Stat Quo partner got a stable
Full of head dollars
All my folk cold choppers
Even though the Feds watch us
Tired of duckin the blockas
Shawty fresh as?
Snitchers sing to the coppers like all
Them tryin to stop a G
Playa ain't no stoppin me
I'm the nigga that you tryin to be
Live from Atlanta or in Dallas
With my homie Street
Ain't no way or ain't no eat
My mom used to make lunch free
My ma speak, now that's street
That the way we do we gettin money (yea)

Look, it's on now time to cut
The cake, fuck the Jake, tuck the plate
Make a move, dump the eight
Guaranteed to pump his breaks
Too pissy drunk the case
Ain't got a month to waste
Smile with a pumpkin face
Deep enough to jump the states
Stuff him in the trunk escape
- you want a problem
Fuck the bass, up the stakes
Everything I wear is up-to date loyal cat
Guarantee my son'll be a spoiled brat
Hot enough to boil crack, M-5, all you black
I'm the reason all you rap
Admit it I'm daddy black
Doin this since "Caddy Shack" with
Greg Street in that Cadi-llac
Blowin on a pillow pack
I call it Koffee Brown
Bitches can't get off me now
Rasta man toss me pounds
I ain't from a softy town
Niggas'll break your bones, crack your faith
Call the doctor, let him put it back in place

Ha ha ha, 50 Cent yeah what you gon' do boy?
From New York to Atlanta to Dallas boy
I'm all over the place
I'm international playa




You heard me? Ha ha ha
Case you dealt with me

Overall Meaning

The song "Get Money" by Stat Quo ft Young Jeezy is about the importance of making money and being successful in life. The repeated chorus "Let's get that money man" emphasizes the desire to achieve financial success in any way possible. The lyrics talk about the lavish lifestyle of having Porsches, lots of money, and being able to supply others with drugs. The song also touches on the idea that to be successful, one must deal with both friends and enemies who are constantly trying to bring you down.


The verses alternate between Stat Quo and Young Jeezy. Stat Quo speaks about his life of luxury, cars and other things that money can buy. He also touches on his roots and how he made it out of poverty to a better life. Young Jeezy's verse is more focused on the streets, drugs and violence, and the idea that he must always stay ahead of his enemies to survive.


Line by Line Meaning

Let's get that money man
We need to prioritize making money


Let's get that money man (yeah)
We need to focus on making money and nothing else


G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
Introducing the group


Porsche spots, drop, gun in the stash, box
Riding in a fancy car with a gun for protection


Get your bitch-ass, shot stuntin around here
Don't act tough or you might get shot


Here flow so, hot, they say I got it, locked
My music is popular and people love it


Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear
Wait a minute, let me clarify something


Look the wrists stay, rocked, the Ruger stay
My watch is expensive and my gun is always nearby


Cocked i hope you smoke a lot
I hope you have a lot of weed because I can supply it


Cause I supply your weed, spots
I am your source of weed


Got a few questions and I need
I have some questions and I need answers


The answer on the spot that bitch you with
I need to know what's the deal with the girl you're with


She like you or she like what you got?
Does she like you or is she just interested in what you have?


Tryin to maintain
Just trying to keep things together


Tearin niggas out the frame
Dominating competition


Semi-automatic flows you know how it goes
My rhymes are powerful and they flow effortlessly


Boss, B-O-S-S-M-A-N, gun in hand
I am the boss/leader and I always carry a gun


Understand, gettin money is the plan
Our main goal is making money


Uhh, gettin money, YEAH!
Reiterating the importance of making money


I stays by my 'fetti baby, big boy Chevy baby
I stay loyal to my money and drive a nice car


Choose a pimp, hop on in
Pick a side and get involved


Only if you're ready baby
Only if you're truly ready to handle the game


Ain't no ifs or maybes
No room for uncertainty or hesitation


Motherfuckers gotta pay me
I demand payment and respect from everyone


Radio, gotta play me, stack a mil'
I need radio play and my goal is to make a million dollars


I know you hate me
I am aware that some people don't like me


Stat Quo partner got a stable
My partner Stat Quo has a team of people working for him


Full of head dollars
His team is filled with talented rappers


Even though the Feds watch us
Despite being monitored by the FBI


Tired of duckin the blockas
Tired of avoiding the police


Shawty fresh as?
Asking about a girl's looks


Snitchers sing to the coppers like all
People who snitch reveal our whereabouts to the police


Them tryin to stop a G
They are trying to stop a true gangster


Playa ain't no stoppin me
No one can stop my hustle


I'm the nigga that you tryin to be
I am the epitome of success


Live from Atlanta or in Dallas
This hustle can be done anywhere


With my homie Street
With my friend Greg Street


Ain't no way or ain't no eat
There's no other option but to hustle if you want to eat


My mom used to make lunch free
I come from humble beginnings


My ma speak, now that's street
Even my mom has street smarts


That the way we do we gettin money (yea)
This is our method for making money


Look, it's on now time to cut
Time to get serious


The cake, fuck the Jake, tuck the plate
Focus on the money and outsmart the police


Make a move, dump the eight
Make a move and get rid of the gun


Guaranteed to pump his breaks
I'll make him stop if he tries to mess with me


Too pissy drunk the case
I'm too drunk to deal with this situation


Ain't got a month to waste
I don't have time to waste


Smile with a pumpkin face
Smiling but ready to fight


Deep enough to jump the states
I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get money


Stuff him in the trunk escape
Put him in the trunk and get away


- you want a problem
Do you really want to start trouble?


Fuck the bass, up the stakes
Disregard the small things and go for the big wins


Everything I wear is up-to date loyal cat
I dress well and I am loyal to my team


Guarantee my son'll be a spoiled brat
I'll make sure my son has everything he wants


Hot enough to boil crack, M-5, all you black
I'm so hot that I can boil crack, my car is also top of the line


I'm the reason all you rap
I am the reason for your success


Admit it I'm daddy black
I am the big boss


Doin this since 'Caddy Shack' with
Been doing this for a long time


Greg Street in that Cadi-llac
Greg Street and I rolling in a Cadillac


Blowin on a pillow pack
Smoking good weed


I call it Koffee Brown
This weed strain is named Koffee Brown


Bitches can't get off me now
Women can't resist me now


Rasta man toss me pounds
A Rastafarian man gave me a pound of weed


I ain't from a softy town
I come from a rough area


Niggas'll break your bones, crack your faith
People will hurt you physically and mentally


Call the doctor, let him put it back in place
You might need to seek medical help


Ha ha ha, 50 Cent yeah what you gon' do boy?
50 Cent is laughing and questioning what his opponents will do


From New York to Atlanta to Dallas boy
From the East Coast to the South, we run the game


I'm all over the place
I'm successful and everywhere


I'm international playa
I am successful globally


You heard me? Ha ha ha
Do you understand me? I'm laughing


Case you dealt with me
Be aware if you try to mess with me or my crew




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DWAYNE CARTER, TRISTAN JONES

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