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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

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Stop, now let me see your booty drop
If you think you impressin' us with your ice and your dub
Poppin' bottles in the club, get your money up (Uh-huh)
'Cause I ain't your average girl, I've been all around the world
With your boy, wanna wow me? Then get your money up
Get your money up, boy, get your money up
I wanna 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 you're gettin' it
Diamonds a girl's best friend, if you can provide them
Might even act a fool while you're hittin' it
When you see me in my thang, blow a whole lot of change
Let the bottle get jealous, get your money up
And if you don't like us, there's nothing to discuss
We don't even give a ****, 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)
Get your money up (Get your money up)
Stop, now let me see your booty drop
Get 'em, Keysh
If you're tearin' the bar down with all the fly women
And still livin' with your momma, get your money up
If you ridin' big whips, can't 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
Catchin' what I'm talkin' about, I don't wanna hear your mouth
You needa 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
Know you wanna 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)
Get your money up (Get your money up)
Stop, now let me see your booty drop
Okay, now slide, slide one of them black cards
If you got it, then show me how you're getting it
Diamonds a girl's best friend, if you can provide them
I might even act a fool while you're hittin' it
Now grind, grind
Get you some big money and don't forget about me when you're spendin' it
But if you ain't gon' pay, don't be screamin' out, "Hey girl"
Stop, now let me see your booty drop
Now slide, slide one of them black cards
Make the Pacific Ocean be a 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 a hunnid carats, Christian Louboutin boots
Bags and more carats
You on average, or at least the wrong section
My girls need the checks, so be headed in that direction
Get your money up, get your money up
Stop playin' with yourself, get your money up
Get your money up (Get your money up)
Get your money up (Get your money up)
Stop, now let me see your booty drop
Woo
I know that's right, Keri
Your girl KC and Trina
They gon' hate on this one right here, let's go
Oh!
Now get your money up
Hey, hey, hey
Get, get your money up
Get, get your money up
We don't like them broke boys, we don't like them broke boys
Get your money up
Written by: E. Hayes, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, J. Jones, Josh Burke, Katrina Taylor, Keri Hilson, Marcella Christina Araica, Reginald Lowell Saunders
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