Get Dis Money Lyrics - Fantastic, Vol. 2 - Slum Village

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 day 

We 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't 

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 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 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 away 

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 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 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, stop 

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