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Get Da Cheese
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Get Da Cheese was released on March 29, 2024 by Lootz Records Ent LLC as a part of the album 40 Below
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Release DateMarch 29, 2024
LabelLootz Records Ent LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM79

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Buu E. Radley
Buu E. Radley
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Gerald Jewell
Brian Gerald Jewell
Songwriter
Donte Moore Jr.
Donte Moore Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Donnie Katana
Donnie Katana
Producer

Lyrics

Get da money, money (ay)
Get da money (ay)
Get da money, money (ay)
Get da money (ay)
Get da money, money (ay)
Get da money
Money, money, money
Ain't dat what it's bout?
Money, money, money, money
Money and the clout
Money, money, money
Ain't dat what it's bout?
Money, money, money, money
Money and the clout
I could fuck you all night and all day
But, If I'm laid up wit' you
How I'm gettin' paid?
Girl it's work to be done, money to be made
I hate to hit it and then run, but I gotta skate
There's plenty time to play when I'm not working
Though I'm always on call like a surgeon
I be tryna make moves
Cutting through the bullshit
I be preaching in these tunes
Beats is my pulpit
Then I go and punch a clock
Like I'm Lennox Lewis
I be working nonstop
Lady, and you knew this
Buu E. true to this, not new to this
I let my nuts hang low
Can't neuter this
To all my young brothas that's new to life
Yo woman shouldn't come between getting your paper right
She should support you when you grinding for a better life
And if yo Pops ain't there, I'mma say it right
Get da chee-eese
Wit' da e-ease
She like ple-ease
Do not le-eave
When I'm gone
She can't breathe
I'm just out here tryna plant me a money tree
Get da cheese
Wit' da ease
She like please
Do not leave
When I'm gone
She can't breathe
I'm just out here tryna plant me a money tree
Triflin' ass hoe, why you bleach my clothes?
Why you change the locks on the fuckin doors?
She threw his shit out on the street
'Cause he ain't provide nothing, if it wasn't in the sheets
It takes more than some D to keep a chick content
Even if you knee deep like Parliament
'Cause eventually yo girl will get tired of it
You playing games
And she'll find a new joystick
I put my cards on the table
Let a shorty see 'em
I let her know what it is
Make her own decision
'Cause she either runnin' from it
Runnin' to it
But she on the treadmill
Looking good as she do it
When she fed up wit' me
If she say screw it
She can't harbor hard feelings for me
'Cause I kept it honest
Baby girl, I work a lot
Getting to the commas
Ain't puttin' kids on me
'Cause we fuckin' wit some condoms
You know what's up, oh
Girl, you know
You know what's up, oh
Girl, you know
Girl, you know
You know what's up
No one answers 'til two o'clock
'Til two o'clock
Written by: Brian Gerald Jewell, Donte Moore Jr.
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