Does anyone know the lyrics to "Get That Money" off of 'Like Father Like Son'?

I've looked but I can't find the words to one line, and it is impossible to tell by listening. You can try but if you look you'll find question marks. It's by Lil Wayne and Birdman.



"I'm just a money man so where the dollars at

??? beat that until them flowers black

She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit' that"

Does anyone know the lyrics to "Get That Money" off of 'Like Father Like Son'?
Lyrics taken from www.lyricsmania.com

[Birdman:]

Y'all already know what it do *****?

Theres money over here, Cash Money over here, *****

Me and the little J.R., Like that homeboy

We on the grind *****, got some muscle *****, shine *****, like father like son *****

Hey we drive shiver, headlights like a light bulb, that means the cars expensive you stupid ****, keep a ***** pimpin now *****



[Lil Wayne:]

I know some ****** that'll murk ya for a quarter birdy

You ***** *** ***** just be lucky that the boy ain't hurt me

I got the money to lag, and I got that swager workin

I'm smokin some I can't pronounce, but I'm behind them phantom curtain

What is you hiding *****?

I'm on some paper ****

She wants to make me dinner

I tell her, "Make me rich."

Your ****** with a winner

But I come from the litter

Woke up out of bed and I can that dirt and turn that **** to glitter

I leave the work with her

yeah, she my baby sitter

And if I find out she's stealin

For reala I'ma kill her

I'm just a money man

So where the dollars at?

Some around back, Ima work until them flowers black

She wanna ride on this

I make her ride with that

Her pistol and her celly, thats her survival pack

And do I love her? Naahhh

Man I just love the spirit

Blind, deaf or crazy, its money over bitches



[Chorus x2:]

Now errbody that I'm knowin get that money baby

And we aint worried bout them hoes, get that money baby

You get that cook or that blow you are called a baller

If you aint talkin about that dough, homie what you talkin?



[Birdman:]

So get your game up

Take a *****, break a *****

Strap her down with work, and tell her dont trip, take a trip

Get your hustle up

The money's what you make of it

These ****** wanna cook down they clothes, they close down the bakery

So stop stuntin homie, false promotin

It aint about what you make

Its about what you told em

Burn him up and leave him naked

Bring him back to his wiiifffee

The ***** aint even cry cuz he was living that liiifffee

These ****** think I'm slippin cuz I'm fallin back

*****, I got money and a wall for that

When you get it from the ground homie

And hold the hood down

And don't make a sound if the people swing around

*****, do ya thing hoe

Hussle, try to stay low

This is for my old school g's who aint around this *****

But shorty, they aint ****** with pops

Let them ****** chase that pussy, we gonna follow tha guap



[Chourus x2]



[Birdman:]

50 stacks in the garden and the backyard

Youngin talkin, turn a key into a crack charge

Y'all ****** aint eatin how we eatin

**** how we used to be

Now we how we need to be

If they aint with us

They must be against us

We shoot em in the head, cuz the act like they sistas

If you aint gettin bread, ***** keep ya distance

Sharks over here, ***** keep on fishin



[Lil Wayne:]

Money, money, money, is my intuition

Money over bitches, such an easy decision

Young money, money men, monster militia

Hard body, these ****** is a box of tissue

That nina will kiss ya

That chopper will twist ya

380 snap shots, now smile for the pictures

Wheezy motherfuckin baby, pay me

A 9 to 5 is over rated

I'm on that grind hoe



[Chourus x2]

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