Get Rich To This/Parking Lot (Break) (feat. Big Boi)

Lyrics

We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
 We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
 Thank God for Fridays (get rich to this)
 Hey, hey, hey, hey (get rich to this)
 We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
 We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
 Thank God for Fridays (get rich to this)
 Say, say, say, say (get rich to this)
 It'll be all slippery, slick with it
 Automatically because I'm the shit with it
 I'm psyched out, sick with it
 Like E-40 and The Click with it
 Each sucker MC better know about it
 I make your girlfriend hoe about it
 I make a motherfucker know about it
 Somebody better tell him
 Cock it back, hit a lick with it
 Keep it working, drop a brick with it
 Off the block, serve a nig with it
 Whip a brand new whip with it
 Apartment flow, you ain't know?
 Look here li'l girl it come equipped with it
 She freaky dicky lick her lips with it
 She thick thick with it
 Jump, stump, twist with it
 Make them make them make them scrap with it
 Tear da club up, champagne campaign with it
 Party people do your thang with it
 I get to it you all
 I get the funds then I split with it
 A natural born money maker nitty-grit with it
 Ha? I get rich you all
 We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
 We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
 Thank God for Fridays (get rich to this)
 Say, say, say, say (get rich to this)
 Ha, boy I done bought D's with this
 Big bout it, Benz car keys with this
 Condos in the Cancun summer breeze with this
 And you know, doing good for sure
 I'm getting rich too hollerin out Calhoun know
 Nigga, nickeled and dimed and did dirt for this
 Do a show and sweat up my good shirt for this
 Snap back to toast I'll have to hurt for this
 So when I get me a li'l bit I'm ma wear my shit
 And if I lose it, I ain't goan cry about it
 I ain't no dummy, god damn it I ain't about to die about it
 But fuck with me though, I'll let a few fly about it
 Don't test me boy, because I about it
 So I'm the major money maker, motherfucker these niggas
 Keep your eyes on amounts, accounts and some bankers
 Get high, get fly, till you get it, getting by
 Don't switch, get drunk, get drunk, get rich
 From the bottom to the top now it's hot, keeping it heated
 People about to see they chasing after cash in the ass
 Suckers crash on the blast from the past
 Goodie MO.B. Backbone and Outcast, whatchu think this was, black?
 Take your sorry ass watch me blow, turning my lyrics in the flow
 This is how it go and it go, perfect picture painting
 Million dollar hold in the Cascade, in the shade
 Well, I'se goan get paid to this, and find a wife to this
 I'm bout to cut, like a knife to this
 And find that and find that, top top
 We get rich to this, yeah
 We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
 We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
 Thank God for Fridays (get rich to this)
 Say, say, say, say (get rich to this)
 The Goodie they call me, they wanted a player to bust to this
 I'm taking this thang, slow slow motion just can't rush with this
 We all in the family, what have we, I think we done found a freak hoe
 People all in my wallet hoping to frolic we goan seek hoe
 Just hold up; you know my pockets swroll up
 I'm ma let you suck my dick to meet your quota
 And you're fine, kinda shorter
 But I made this money before you got a Toyota and Explorer
 And when I'm off in the mall getting fresh, I'm goan ignore ya
 Look at the earrings, the gold chains, the diamonds around my neckpiece
 The leather suede snake Elizabeth all up on my left B
 Hoe look at all these emeralds and these rubies and my gold teeth
 Thinking a nigga spiritual tryin' to build but you don't know me
 See there's more than meets the ear
 So we can ball that's if we chose to
 Move back I'm dropping the top
 And yes it's mine and gul it's new too
 Sign yo' grill with this
 Canary yellow bowling ball silk drawers with this
 Crushed velvet diamond cut, you all get wreck with this
 Tonight, Gipp get woozy
 Might step outside and might catch me a floozie
 Some loozy double-stitched hoochie
 You all chase records while we chase coochie
 The realest Down South hot two
 In your face like kabuki
 Get drunk, don't be no lame brain top bank head
 Props, I'm praying with this
 Boys on the ave, flood shots to this
 Girls in the club flirt out to this
 State your name baby and get rich to this
 We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
 We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
 Thank God for Fridays (get rich to this)
 Say, say, say, say (get rich to this)
 We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
 We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
 Thank God for Fridays (get rich to this)
 Say, say, say, say (get rich to this)
 We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
 We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
 Thank God for Fridays (get rich to this)
 Say, say, say, say (get rich to this)
 

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Song Details

Duration
05:11
Key
7
Tempo
99 BPM

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