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TOO $HORT - Luv It How You Get It Lyrics




[ Featuring E.S.G. ]

Put the talk on the beginnin' right now, alright
And then you gon' just keep goin' to the next verse
Short Dog in the house, f*ckin' with my nigga E.S.G
That's right, we love gettin' this money
It's all I think about, how the f*ck I'ma get paid, bitch

Makin' my mail, what the hell, whatever I say gon' be pure
E.S. Short with 2G, we floss a Bentley Azur
Toss my lure, ain't none purer, hook you like a fiend, baby
The platinum bling, baby, turn on the screens, baby
Seven figga team, baby, Houston's bomb is back
DTS be the Lac, we signin' Shaq contracts
Ninja bikes with blue lights, we spinnin' 'em cuz
Young Don draped in Sean John, we millennium thugs
Drive my widebody wreckless, in Texas I got the best flow
So much ice up on my chest, look like a chubby Eskimo
Wreckshop be the team, sticky green wherever I go
Say D-Reck let up the wings, on the new Diablo
Tell Pablo, I got work all through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo, but makin' mail is the subject

(Cash money, feddy or chips)
Short Dog, baby, I make 'em work them hips
(Cash money, feddy or cheese)
E.S.G. or Cedric Sosa, droppin' C.D.'s like they ki's
And you get it how you love it, do you love it how you get it?
Takin' thirty-six and whip it up, and bringin' back sixty
Do you love it how you get it, get it how you love it
(Freaky tales of movin' yayo, but makin' mail is the subject)

Uh-huh, I love to get it all the time, get mine
Pimpin' hoes all the time, spittin' rhymes
I catch a flight, from ATL to H-Town
The whole United States is my personal playground
I wake up in Texas, go to sleep in Cali
In a brand new Benz, buyin' weed in the alley
Thirty minutes later, like a true player
I'm in a high-class restaurant, dressed like a square
With a stuck up, light-skinned long-haired bitch
She ain't gold-diggin', she just goin' on this dick
Buyin' me gifts, I'm on her Christmas list
It's just because the way, I spit this shit
I said f*ck my birthday, f*ck a holiday
If you wanna be with me, bitch, you gotta pay
This ain't no free ride, you ain't on vacation
This is real game, this ain't Sony Playstation

(Cash money, feddy or chips)
Short Dog, baby, I make 'em work them hips
(Cash money, feddy or cheese)
E.S.G. or Cedric Sosa, droppin' C.D.'s like they ki's
And you get it how you love it, do you love it how you get it?
Takin' thirty-six and whip it up, and bringin' back sixty
Do you love it how you get it, get it how you love it
(Freaky tales of movin' yayo, but makin' mail is the subject)

I'm talkin' twenty bedrooms, five-car garage
Full house of endo, two gallons of bar
Southside superstars, we fill up ki's in the spa
Robber skit watchin' flicks, from the screens in my car
'Bout to crack the concrete, eight fifteen's beat
Me and my playas out in Vegas, in them Don King suites
Rolodex full of freaks, they wanna meet Cedric Sosa
Last Christmas I went out and bought my niece a roller coaster
Know the Fed's are 'pose to, think I'm still servin' drugs
'Cause of the church stained windows and new Persian rugs
Marble floors, marble tubs, phone taps, and bugs
Superbowl in Atlanta, at Chilly Mystrug
Nowadays we be dealin' with money and power
Drop vets Eddie Bauer, got Denalis and Prowlers
I'm the man of the hour, sellin' flower for riches
When I die I wanna ride out, in a hearse on switches
Embarrass snitches, like a Texas A&M bonfire
Hell with a Blair Witch, I tear up shit by the gunfire
Young esquire, wise guy extraordinaire
In the Forbes 2000, you best believe I'm in there, get my

(Cash money, feddy or chips)
Short Dog, baby, I make 'em work them hips
(Cash money, feddy or cheese)
E.S.G. or Cedric Sosa, droppin' C.D.'s like they ki's
And you get it how you love it, do you love it how you get it?
Takin' thirty-six and whip it up, and bringin' back sixty
Do you love it how you get it, get it how you love it
(Freaky tales of movin' yayo, but makin' mail is the subject)
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Put the talk on the beginnin' right now, alright
And then you gon' just keep goin' to the next verse
Short Dog in the house, f*ckin' with my nigga E.S.G
That's right, we love gettin' this money
It's all I think about, how the f*ck I'ma get paid, bitch

Makin' my mail, what the hell, whatever I say gon' be pure
E.S. Short with 2G, we floss a Bentley Azur
Toss my lure, ain't none purer, hook you like a fiend, baby
The platinum bling, baby, turn on the screens, baby
Seven figga team, baby, Houston's bomb is back
DTS be the Lac, we signin' Shaq contracts
Ninja bikes with blue lights, we spinnin' 'em cuz
Young Don draped in Sean John, we millennium thugs
Drive my widebody wreckless, in Texas I got the best flow
So much ice up on my chest, look like a chubby Eskimo
Wreckshop be the team, sticky green wherever I go
Say D-Reck let up the wings, on the new Diablo
Tell Pablo, I got work all through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo, but makin' mail is the subject

(Cash money, feddy or chips)
Short Dog, baby, I make 'em work them hips
(Cash money, feddy or cheese)
E.S.G. or Cedric Sosa, droppin' C.D.'s like they ki's
And you get it how you love it, do you love it how you get it?
Takin' thirty-six and whip it up, and bringin' back sixty
Do you love it how you get it, get it how you love it
(Freaky tales of movin' yayo, but makin' mail is the subject)

Uh-huh, I love to get it all the time, get mine
Pimpin' hoes all the time, spittin' rhymes
I catch a flight, from ATL to H-Town
The whole United States is my personal playground
I wake up in Texas, go to sleep in Cali
In a brand new Benz, buyin' weed in the alley
Thirty minutes later, like a true player
I'm in a high-class restaurant, dressed like a square
With a stuck up, light-skinned long-haired bitch
She ain't gold-diggin', she just goin' on this dick
Buyin' me gifts, I'm on her Christmas list
It's just because the way, I spit this shit
I said f*ck my birthday, f*ck a holiday
If you wanna be with me, bitch, you gotta pay
This ain't no free ride, you ain't on vacation
This is real game, this ain't Sony Playstation

(Cash money, feddy or chips)
Short Dog, baby, I make 'em work them hips
(Cash money, feddy or cheese)
E.S.G. or Cedric Sosa, droppin' C.D.'s like they ki's
And you get it how you love it, do you love it how you get it?
Takin' thirty-six and whip it up, and bringin' back sixty
Do you love it how you get it, get it how you love it
(Freaky tales of movin' yayo, but makin' mail is the subject)

I'm talkin' twenty bedrooms, five-car garage
Full house of endo, two gallons of bar
Southside superstars, we fill up ki's in the spa
Robber skit watchin' flicks, from the screens in my car
'Bout to crack the concrete, eight fifteen's beat
Me and my playas out in Vegas, in them Don King suites
Rolodex full of freaks, they wanna meet Cedric Sosa
Last Christmas I went out and bought my niece a roller coaster
Know the Fed's are 'pose to, think I'm still servin' drugs
'Cause of the church stained windows and new Persian rugs
Marble floors, marble tubs, phone taps, and bugs
Superbowl in Atlanta, at Chilly Mystrug
Nowadays we be dealin' with money and power
Drop vets Eddie Bauer, got Denalis and Prowlers
I'm the man of the hour, sellin' flower for riches
When I die I wanna ride out, in a hearse on switches
Embarrass snitches, like a Texas A&M bonfire
Hell with a Blair Witch, I tear up shit by the gunfire
Young esquire, wise guy extraordinaire
In the Forbes 2000, you best believe I'm in there, get my

(Cash money, feddy or chips)
Short Dog, baby, I make 'em work them hips
(Cash money, feddy or cheese)
E.S.G. or Cedric Sosa, droppin' C.D.'s like they ki's
And you get it how you love it, do you love it how you get it?
Takin' thirty-six and whip it up, and bringin' back sixty
Do you love it how you get it, get it how you love it
(Freaky tales of movin' yayo, but makin' mail is the subject)
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Writer: Cedric Dormaine Hill, Derrick Dixon, Todd Anthony Shaw, Tyson Gerrell Duplechain
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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