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    Too $hort / Lyrics

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    "That's Right" Lyrics

    Too $hort

    That's right...
    Right right right

    I know you love me, I'm like a habit
    But if you had a million dollars, could I have it?
    If I was broke and starvin, would you feed me?
    If I drove a big car, would you see me?
    While I'm foldin yo' money in half
    If you was holdin on down to yo' last
    You know I need it, everything you got
    I gotta get it or we'll never see the top
    If it was a Happy Meal, or a half-a-mill

    It's the same thing baby, that's real
    Don't matter if you're holdin out, no doubt
    If you fuckin Ludacris bitch, +Rollin' Out+
    With a Chinese name, Won Gone
    Pack yo' bags, and get the fuck on
    It's understandable, why I do what I do
    Gettin money every day and I'm still comin through, right..

    I'm a woman that'll hold you down
    When the other ones can't be fou-ounnnd, that's right
    I'm a woman that'll keep you rich
    When the others want you to tri-iiiick - that's right

    I need team players, to roll with
    Get down with an O.G., knowin it
    Would you mix Hennessy, with Tanqueray?
    Let me fuck yo' best friend every day

    Would you walk from Compton to Hollywood
    From Richmond to Oakland I got it good
    From the Soul Train Awards to the Grammys
    From New York City to Miami
    If I went to jail, would you bail me out?
    If I went through hell, would you help me out?
    Get a king and have better things
    Sell your grandmomma's wedding ring
    Unconditional love, would you donate yo' kidneys?
    I wanna know how much would you give me
    Let my dawg hit it, matter fact let us all get it
    Break somethin off on it, right..


    I woke up one day in the A-T-L
    With a pocket full of money feelin way too real
    Thinkin bout what happened 'fore I went to sleep

    I'd be broke if it wasn't for the pimp in me
    Read my mind, I want what you got
    Top down girl, bumpin Tupac
    You got too much money in your freak pants
    That's why I keep my ladies in a deep trance
    From January to December
    She can't remember, her mind's in a blender
    Wake up in the back of a Caddy
    Don't even know who's your momma or your daddy
    The name is Too $hort
    I'm addictive like Newports, but of course
    You can fight the feelin if you want to
    But this game might come back to haunt you, right..


    [Outro from "Pimpin' Ken dot Com"]
    This song was submitted on June 11th, 2005 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Todd Anthony Shaw, James Elbert Phillips, Dorian Hardnett, Shanell L. Woodgett.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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