That`s Right lyrics

Artist  : Too $hort 
Song : That`s Right



 Send "That`s Right" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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 found, that's
right

I'm a woman that'll keep you rich

When the others want you to trick, that's
right



I need team players to roll with

Get down with an O.G., knowin' it

Would you mix Hennessey 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'm a woman that'll hold you down

When the other ones can't be found, that's
right

I'm a woman that'll keep you rich

When the others want you to trick, that's
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



I'm a woman that'll hold you down

When the other ones can't be found, that's
right

I'm a woman that'll keep you rich

When the others want you to trick, that's right