Get Da Cheese

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