The Get Down

作曲 : Jay Dee

作词 : J Yancey/T. Glover/RL Altman III

Hey, hey, hey, h- hey, hey

What you say, get dis money

If they say what you gon' do today, just say

Hey I wanna get paid, pay day, pay day, pay day

Hey, hey, hey, h- hey, hey

What you say, get dis money

If they say what you gon' do today, just say

Hey I wanna get paid, pay day, pay day, pay day

Pay day, pay day, pay day

We dedicate this to these people out here gettin' bank

Where the oops you lose the money it's 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 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

Hey, hey, hey, h- hey, hey

What you say, get dis money

If they say what you gon' do today, just say

Hey I wanna get paid, pay day, pay day, pay day

Pay day, pay day, pay day

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 gettin' money like a sweepstakes

Sippin' dark grapes, party in the dark shade

You see a nigga cold chillin' like a

Marl-ey Marl

And bid his ride like a

HarleyMoney make, a

Ric, a Ric-o

Suav-eHey radio play the

S like arcades

Everyday the holiday so nigga stay paid

Celebrate the holidays wit the money

Ain't about to wait so ****in' stay away

Hey, hey, hey, h - hey, hey

What you say, get dis money

If they say what you gon' do today, just say

Hey I wanna get paid, pay day, pay day, pay day

Pay day, pay day, pay day

Somebody said that radio would never ever play

Some of that

Detroit, motor city for play

Honestly earning my dough, keepin' it real y'all

Countin' my cash, just showin' 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

This is for my ladies who get out, chill at the bar

When I was a young boy chillin' in my daddys nuts

All I could hear was a rhyme and dope cut

Growin' up thinkin'

I was nothin' but a glut

Another day, another buck, another slut

All I wanna do is get paid

Oak Town don't stop

Hey, hey, hey, h - hey, hey

What you say, get dis money

If they say what you gon' do today, just say

Hey I wanna get paid, pay day, pay day, pay day

Hey, hey, hey, h- hey, hey

What you say, get dis money

If they say what you gon' do today, just say

Hey I wanna get paid, pay day, pay day, pay day

Pay day, pay day, pay day, pay day, pay day, pay day

Pay day, pay day, pay day