Låttexter: Styles. Daddy Get That Cash.

[Incomprehensible]
Lil' Mo, holla at me
Get that cash daddy

If it's you versus me, think about it
They gon' yell my name when they announce the winner
And I ain't 'bout to sell much
I got my honeys on the plane but the birds flyin' south for the winter

Don't get ya self familiated
I'm so gangsta that, just knowin' myself makes me affiliated
What chu think honey hold 'em hammers for?
So she can spend 10 cent at Jill Sander store?

We gon' hit Rodeo Drive, drive on Beverly Hills
Though I love her, so I'm spendin' like 70 bills
[Incomprehensible] keep ya payroll big
Light a blunt and just beg me to chill

Ain't a player but my life is real all of the time
So she went and copped a gun a 'lil smaller than mine
That's a down ass chick and she keep it real
So I'ma keep it real back all of the time

Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)

Daddy go and get that cash
Go and get the black suit, grab the burner plus get that match
She said, "Tell me where you goin"
It's no doubt that I'm comin' in 'cause she could fit a little 9 or a 22

Right inside her bra or Calvin Klein underwear
Mami you could stay home and bag up the work
I'm just goin' out to play chrome or nag up a jerk
If I kiss her then her heart'll melt

Listen dogg, you don't understand the work
That she carry in the garter belt
No doubt I love her, I'ma tell you the truth
But don't get it fucked up and get fucked up
Only thing sweet about P is his tooth

And she could sleep with another dude
She gon' tell me where the safe at
The coke at, how to rob his mother too
Daddy go and get that cash
That's what my honey holla'd out every time I hit that ass

Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)

Since you helped daddy get that cash
Get the condom and the mink and the ring and the gift wrapped Jag
And you still got the bomb ass, I pay the phone and the rent
But keep it real boo, you pay the Conair

If I get knocked, she in the B I room
With some money on my books, give weed to a nigga
And don't worry about shit, 'cause I be out soon
No doubt that's my Booby-cat

She drop my bricks off right on Broadway
Then she go and get a doobie wrapped
Lookin' at the God, like we all a little
One pop for the pasta, one pop for the coke
Holiday Styles, dick one shot for the door

And it's sorta like we Bonnie and Clyde
I load the ooby up, she gon' roll the booby up, then mami abide
And she said, "Daddy get that cash"
She know I would but had no idea that I would skip that fast

Daddy gotta get that cash
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash
Daddy gotta get that cash