Lyrics Daddy Get That Cash - Styles P , Lil' Mo
(Lil′
Mo)
Styles
P...
It's
ya
girl
Lil′
Mo,
holla
at
me
Get
that
cash
daddy
(Styles)
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
know'n
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
I
bringin
what
she
be
on
went,
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
(Chorus:
Lil'
Mo
(Styles))
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)
(Styles)
Daddy
go
and
get
that
cash
Go
and
get
the
black
suit,
grab
the
burner
plus
get
that
match
She
said
"Tell
my
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
dont'
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
(Chorus)
(Styles)
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
BI
room
With
some
money
on
my
books,
give
weed
to
a
nigga
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
And
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
(Chorus)
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