Songtext Do you wanna get $? (feat. puff daddy) von Mase

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Do you wanna get $? (feat. puff daddy)

[Mase]
Uh, uh, come on, uh
It be the same cats that wouldn't listen to my demo
Now I want they ass in my limo cuz now I'm a sex symbol
Intercontinental, L.A. airplay, just like Jay Leno
Now all the labels out wanna send a memo
To do a remix ya'll, but Mase say N-O
Figure once I make it, they'll fake it
And ain't nobody show me love when I was naked
And when he threw my tape in the trash, I laughed
Now a nigga' tape on blast, I laugh
Figure as days pass, make more cash
And I push everything from E to H-class
Four years ago couldn't go to a show
I was standin' on the corner sellin' dope for dough
Now I no longer hope I'll blow, smoke my droll
On a yacht, nigga fuck a boat that row
[1] - With all this money that we can make,
Why ya'll cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
With all this money that we can make
Why ya'll cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
[Mase]
Yo, the reality of it all, everybody can't ball
If you had currency, you wouldn't be worryin' 'bout me
But see, I could go the whole summer, gold Hummer
But I'd rather go Lex bubble, cuz it's less trouble
Make my dough and I just stack, no investment
I live off just that
Money, hoes, and clothes, and shit that I'm best at
But I'm a Bad Boy so you gotta expect that
Why do what most do? Do what you 'possed to
Make hot jams ya'll, sell bicoastal
If you want a hit you can let me coach you
Money back on anything that got my vocals
This is so true, I do what pros do,

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[Mase] 
Uh, uh, come on, uh 
It be the same cats that wouldn't listen to my demo 
Now I want they ass in my limo cuz now I'm a sex symbol 
Intercontinental, L.A. airplay, just like Jay Leno 
Now all the labels out wanna send a memo 
To do a remix ya'll, but Mase say N-O 
Figure once I make it, they'll fake it 
And ain't nobody show me love when I was naked 
And when he threw my tape in the trash, I laughed 
Now a nigga' tape on blast, I laugh 
Figure as days pass, make more cash 
And I push everything from E to H-class 
Four years ago couldn't go to a show 
I was standin' on the corner sellin' dope for dough 
Now I no longer hope I'll blow, smoke my droll 
On a yacht, nigga fuck a boat that row 
[1] - With all this money that we can make, 
Why ya'll cats wanna playa hate? 
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna? 
With all this money that we can make 
Why ya'll cats wanna playa hate? 
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna? 
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna? 
[Mase] 
Yo, the reality of it all, everybody can't ball 
If you had currency, you wouldn't be worryin' 'bout me 
But see, I could go the whole summer, gold Hummer 
But I'd rather go Lex bubble, cuz it's less trouble 
Make my dough and I just stack, no investment 
I live off just that 
Money, hoes, and clothes, and shit that I'm best at 
But I'm a Bad Boy so you gotta expect that 
Why do what most do? Do what you 'possed to 
Make hot jams ya'll, sell bicoastal 
If you want a hit you can let me coach you 
Money back on anything that got my vocals 
This is so true, I do what pros do,