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Get dis money (Arlekin Ulmikundura remix)

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, 'ery day

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, 'ery day

'Ery day, 'ery day, 'ery dayWe dedicate this to these people out here getting bank

Where the oops you loose the money its 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 untill 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'tHey, 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, 'ery day

'Ery day, 'ery day, 'ery dayMy 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 chilling 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

Everyday the holiday so nigga stay paid

Celebrate the holidays with the money

Ain't about to wait so nigga stay awayHey, 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, 'ery day

'Ery day, 'ery day, 'ery daySomebody 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 daddys 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

Oak town dont stop, stop, stopHey, 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, 'ery day

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, 'ery day

Songwriters

ALLEE WILLIS, HERBIE HANCOCK, JAMES DEWITT YANCEY, R.L. III ALTMAN, TITUS PRINTICE GLOVERPublished by

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