Showing posts with label Pharrell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pharrell. Show all posts

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Ludacris - Money Maker



Ludacris - Money Maker


English Song
Ludacris ft Pharrell - Money Maker mp3




Money Maker Lyrics :-

(Pharrell)
Shake your money maker, like somebody about to pay ya
I see you on my radar, don't you act like you're a fader, she...

(Ludacris)
You know I got it, if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money, like hey hey hey

(Pharrell)
Shake your money maker, like somebody about to pay ya
Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air

(Ludacris)
You know I got it, if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money, like hey hey hey

(Ludacris)
Shake, shake, shake your money maker
Like you are shaking it for some paper
Took your mama nine months to make ya
Might as well shake what your mama gave ya
You, you lookin good in them jeans
I bet you, look even better with me in between
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But choose a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind
I got on my right side
Poe some girls, my whole hood is on to left
And they ain't givin a fuck
So feel free to get lose, and get carried away
So about tomorrow you forget what you were saying today
But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get
And all the calories you burn, from me making you sweat
To my highpoint you earn when we taking my jet
And how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet
Cause you can.

(Pharrell)
Shake your money maker, like somebody about to pay ya
I see you on my radar, don't you act like you're a fader, she...

(Ludacris)
You know I got it, if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money, like hey hey hey

(Pharrell)
Shake your money maker, like somebody about to pay ya
Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air

(Ludacris)
You know I got it, if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money, like hey hey hey

(Ludacris)
Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and
Switch it till you running right out of breath and
Take a break to be ready again and
You can invite over as many friends
You want too, but i really want you
Just be thankfull that Pharrel gave you something to bump to
Luda! I'm at the top of my game
You want my hands from your bottom to the top of your frame
And I, just wanna take a little right on your curves
And get erotic giving your body just what it deserves and
Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis
Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius
Yea, come in a innocence mean and
I stay harder than a senablock man, hey
I am just a bedroom gangster
And I be mean in tell ya that i really must stack ya when ya

(Pharrell)
Shake your money maker, like somebody about to pay ya
I see you on my radar, don't you act like you're a fader, she...

(Ludacris)
You know I got it, if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money, like hey hey hey

(Pharrell)
Shake your money maker, like somebody about to pay ya
Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air

(Ludacris)
You know I got it, if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money, like hey hey hey

(Ludacris)
Rock, rock, rock it an make it work girl
Please don't stop till it hurt girl
You, you been looking a little tipsy
So if you put just shake it a little this way
See I'm a member of the BBC
The original breadwinner of DTP
And you're the center of attention that is distracting the squad
Cause everybody in the campus like, oh my god! She could...

(Pharrell)
Shake your money maker, like somebody about to pay you
I see you on my radar, don't you act like you're a fader, she...

(Ludacris)
You know I got it, if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money, like hey hey hey

(Pharrell)
Shake your money maker, like somebody about to pay you
Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air

(Ludacris)
You know I got it, if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money, like hey hey hey

Friday, December 14, 2007

Jay-Z - Blue Magic



English Song
Jay-Z ft. Pharrell - Blue Magic

Blue Magic Lyrics :-

Roc-a-fella records
The imperial Skateboard P
Great Hova
Y'all already know what it is (Oh Shit!)

C'mon!
[Verse 1]
Yeah
So what if you flip a couple words
I could triple that in birds
open your mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling brothers Barnum and Bailey with the pies
No matter how you slice it I'm your motherfucking guy
Just like a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, still come back beige.
Whether writers are par, whether powder the jar
Whip it around, it still comes back hard.
So easily do I w-h-i-p
My repitition with wrists will bring you kilo biggers.
I got kreole C.O. bitches for my niggas who slipped, became prisoners
Trees taped to the visitors
You already know what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this shit
Niggas wanna bring the 80s back
It's okay with me, that's where they made me at
Except I don't write on the wall
I write my name in the history books, hustling in the hall (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I don't spin on my head
I spin work in the pots so I can spend my bread

[Chorus (Pharrell)]
And I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I aint talking about it, I'm living it
I'm getting it, straight getting it
Ge-ge-ge-get get get it boy
(Don't waste you time, fighting the life stay your course, and you'll understand)
Get it boy

[Verse]
It's '87 state of mind that I'm in (mind that I'm in)
In my prime, so for that time, I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim)
If it wasn't for the crime that I was in
But I wouldn't be the guy whose rhymes it is that I'm in (that I'm in)
No pain, no profit, P I repeat if you show me where the pot is (pot is)
Cherry M3's with the top back (top back)
Red and green G's all on my hat
North beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain
Can't you tell that I came from the dope game
Blame Reagan for making me into a monster
Blame Oliver North and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that they sponsored
Before this rhyming stuff we was in concert

[Chorus (Pharrell)]
And I'm getting it I'm getting it
I aint talking about it, I'm living it
I'm getting it, straight getting it
Ge-ge-ge-get get get it boy
(Don't waste you time, fighting the life, stay your course, and you'll understand)
Get it boy

[Verse 3]
Push (push) money over broads, you got it, fuck Bush
Chef (chef), guess what I cooked
Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the books
Rockstar, look, way before the bars my picture was getting took
Feds, they like wack rappers, tried as they may, couldn't get me on the hook
D.A. wanna indict me
Cause fish scales in my veins like a pisces
The pyrex pot, rolled up my sleeves
Turn one into two like a Siamese
Twin when it end, I'm a stand as a man never dying or admiring these
Last of a dying breed, so let the champagne pop
I partied for a while now I'm back to the block

[Chorus (Pharrell)]
And I'm getting it I'm getting it
I aint talking about it, I'm living it
I'm getting it, straight getting it
Get get get get get get get it boy
(Don't waste you time, fighting the life, stay your course, and you'll understand)
Get it boy
 

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