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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keri Hilson
Keri Hilson
Vocals
Keyshia Cole
Keyshia Cole
Vocals
Trina
Trina
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keri Hilson
Keri Hilson
Songwriter
Earl Hayes
Earl Hayes
Songwriter
Jamal Jones
Jamal Jones
Songwriter
Josh Burke
Josh Burke
Songwriter
Katrina Taylor
Katrina Taylor
Songwriter
Marcella Araica
Marcella Araica
Songwriter
Nate Hills
Nate Hills
Songwriter
Reginald Saunders
Reginald Saunders
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Polow Da Don
Polow Da Don
Producer
Alex Ortiz
Alex Ortiz
Recording Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Bryan Jones
Bryan Jones
Recording Engineer
Bryan Morton
Bryan Morton
Assistant Recording Engineer
Danja
Danja
Producer
Keri Hilson
Keri Hilson
Vocal Producer
Marcella Araica
Marcella Araica
Mixing Engineer
Matt Bang
Matt Bang
Assistant Recording Engineer
Timbaland
Timbaland
Executive Producer

Tekst Utworu

(Feat. Keyshia Cole, Trina) (Stop, now let me see your booty drop) [Keri Hilson:] If you think your impressin' us with your ice and dub poppin' bottles in the club, Get your money up. Cause I ain't your average girl, I've been all around the world With your boy wanna wow me, Get your money up Get your money up boy Get your money up, I wonna see something bigger than a Hummer truck Get your money up boy Get your money up, you gotta throw something bigger than a hundred bucks. Now slide slide one of them black cards if you got it then show me how your gettin' it. Diamonds a girls best friend, you can provide them, Might even have to fool while your hittin' it. When you see me in my days blow a whole lot of change, Tell your boy don't get jealous, get your money up And if you don't like us, there's nothing to discuss, We don't even give a f*ck get your money up Get your money up Get your money up Stop playin' with yourself, get your money up Get your money up Get your money up Stop, now let me see your booty drop! (Get em Keysh) [Keyshia Cole:] If your tearin' the bar down with all the fly woman and still livin' with your momma, Get your money up Ridin' big whips, can take care of your kids, why you lookin' at me? Get your money up When I'm up in the club, you know how we roll, them bottles pop, nonstop You Up in hollywood, you know how we roll, stop! now let me see your booty drop [Keri Hilson:] Get your what I'm talkin' about I don't wonna hear your mouth, You need to put some money down, or get your money up Why you invadin my space? Why you get up in my face?, I ain't got nothing to say but get your money up Get your money up boy Get your money up I wonna see something better than the autobus Get your money up boy Get your money up You know my bottle cost more than a hundred bucks Get your money up Get your money up (Stop playin with yourself) Get your money up Get your money up Get your money up (Stop, now let me see your booty drop) Ok now slide slide one of them black cards, If you got it then show me how your getting it Diamonds a girls best friend, if you can provide them, I might even have to fool while your hittin it. Now grind grind get yourself some big money and don't forget about me when your spittin it But if you ain't gon' pay don't be screamin out "hey girl" (Wait, now let me see your booty drop) [Trina:] Now slide slide one of them black cards make the pacific ocean be part of my backyard If you ain't gon pay don't be screamin out hey I'm an independent honey, I get money all day Now slide to your bank account, all the cash throw it out If you ain't yellin diamonds and dollars, I gotta walk it out Know what I'm talkin about? you steppin to the baddest Got millionaires standin in line wishin they had this Take me to Paris, buy 100 carrots, Christian Loubouton boots, Bags and more carrots You on average, Or at least the wrong section my girl need some checks so he headin in our direction Get your money up Get your money up (Stop playing with yourself) Get your money up Get your money up Get your money up (Stop, now let me see your booty drop) (I know that's right Keri, your girl KC, and trina, they gon hate on this one right here Now get your money up. Get your money up We don't like them broke boys we don't like them broke boys.)
Writer(s): Jamal F. Jones, Katrina Taylor, Marcella Christina Araica, Keri Lynn Hilson, Earl Hayes, Reginald Lowell Saunders, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Josh Burke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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