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Keri Hilson Ft Keyshia Cole & Trina - Get Your Money Up w/ Lyrics
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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 Let's get it from here 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 fuck, 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 You know I 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 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 Louboutin boots Bags and more carrots You on average or at least the wrong section My girls need some checks so he headin' in their 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 (Yes, yes, hey, hey, hey Get get your money, ye get get your money, ye, (get your money up) We don't like them broke boys, we don't like them broke boys (get your money up)
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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