Slum Village Get Dis Money Lyrics

Fantastic, Volume 2 Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Conant Gardens
  • 3 I Don't Know
  • 4 Jealousy
  • 5 Climax (Girl Shit)
  • 6 Hold Tighhht
  • 7 Tell Me
  • 8 What's It All About
  • 9 Fourth and Back
  • 10 Untitled (Fantastic)
  • 11 Fall-N-Love
  • 12 Get Dis Money
  • 13 Raise It Up
  • 14 CB4
  • 15 Once Upon a Time
  • 16 Players
  • 17 Eyes Up
  • 18 2 U 4 U
  • 19 Go Ladies
  • [Chorus: x2]
    Hey, hey, hey, h-hey, hey
    What you say, get this money
    If they say what you goin' do today, just say
    Hey I want to get paid
    'ery day, 'ery day, 'ery day

    'ery day, 'ery day, 'ery day

    [T3]
    We dedicate this to these people out here getting bank
    Where the oops you loose the money its reality
    Never front on a click that you can't evaluate
    See I got things out here I need to situate
    I got a fresh *** car on some gloss paint
    People walking down the street until they feet stank
    I got accountants out here handling big things
    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

    [Chorus]

    'ery day, 'ery day, 'ery day

    [Jay Dee]
    My man
    You need to get back like the rebate
    And bid he need to step up like the home plate
    My man
    Now what you know about the Great Lakes?
    We contemplate on getting money like a sweepstakes
    Sipping dark grapes, party in the dark shade
    You see a ***** cold chilling like a Marl-ey Marl
    And bid his ride like a Harley
    Money make, a Ric, a Ric-o Suav-e, hey
    Radio play the S like arcades
    Everyday the holiday so ***** stay paid
    Celebrate the holidays wit the money
    ain't about to wait so ***** stay away

    [Chorus]

    [Baatin]
    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
    counting my cash, just showing you how the boss ball
    I never thought that we would make it up this far
    Gripping 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(repeat)
    When I was a young boy chilling in my daddy's nuts
    All I could hear was a rhyme and dope cuts
    Growing up thinking I was nothing, but a glut
    Another day, another buck, another slut
    All I want to do is get paid
    Oak town don't stop, stop, stop

    [Chorus: x2]

    'ery day, 'ery day, 'ery day
    'ery day, 'ery day, 'ery day

    Written by: Allee Willis, Herbie Hancock, James Dewitt Yancey, R.l. Iii Altman, Titus Printice Glover
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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