Get Dis Money

Lyrics

Hey, hey, hey, h-hey, hey What you say, get this money If they say, what you gon' do today Just say, 'hey, I wanna get paid' 'Ery day, 'ery day pay day Hey, hey, h-hey, hey, hey What you say, get this money If they say, what you gon' do today Just say, 'hey, I wanna get paid' 'Ery day, 'ery day pay day 'Ery day, 'ery day pay day We dedicate this to these people out here getting bank Where the pursuit of the money is reali-tay Never front on a clique that you can't evaluate See I got things out here I need to situate I got a fresh ass car on some gloss paint People walking down the street until they feet stank I got accountants out here handling big thangs As I slip into the crib wit' the sashay Have my room wit the shark wit the big tank Don't get mad 'cause I'm doing things you just can't, can't, can't Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey What you say, get this money If they say, what you gon' do today Just say, hey, I wanna get paid 'Ery day, 'ery day pay day 'Ery day, 'ery day pay day My man You need to get back like the rebate And bitties he need to step up like the home plate My man Now what you know about the Great Lakes? We contemplate on gettin' money like a sweepstakes Sipping dark grapes, party in the dark shade You see a nigga cold chillin' like a Marl-ey Marl And bitties ride like a Harl-ey Money make, a Ric, a Ric-o Suav-e, hey Radio play the S like arcades Every day the holiday so nigga stay paid Celebrate the holidays with the money Ain't about to wait so nigga stay away Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey What you say, get this money If they say, what you gon' do today Just say, 'hey, I wanna get paid' 'Ery day, 'ery day pay day 'Ery day, 'ery day pay day Somebody said that radio would never ever play Some of that Detroit, Motor City for play Honestly earning my dough, keeping it real y'all Countin' my cash, just showing you how the boss ball I never thought that we would make it up this far Grippin' my cream color Cadillac North Star Detroit Motor City finest is who we are This is for my ladies who get out, chill at the bar When I was a young boy chilling in my daddy's nuts All I could hear was a rhyme and dope cuts Growin' up thinking I was nothing, but a glut Another day, another buck, another slut All I wanna do is get paid Motown, don't stop... Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey What you say, get this money If they say, what you gon' do today Just say, 'hey, I wanna get paid' 'Ery day, 'ery day pay day Hey, hey, h-hey, hey, hey What you say, get this money If they say, what you gon' do today Just say, 'hey, I wanna get paid' 'Ery day, 'ery day pay day 'Ery day, 'ery day pay day 'Ery day, 'ery day pay day 'Ery day, 'ery day pay day

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