Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Princess Nokia
Performer
Jada Kingdom
Performer
Aluna Dewji-Francis
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aluna Dewji-Francis
Composer
DESTINY ORTIZ FRASQUERI
Composer
Jada Ashanti Murphy
Composer
Clifford Smith
Composer
Junya Yamaguchi
Composer
Haldane Wayne Browne
Composer
Soko7
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aluna Dewji-Francis
Producer
Brian Soko
Producer
Juny Mag
Producer
Lido
Producer
Lyrics
I work, I work, I work
I work hard for my gravy
Friday night, I start feeling wavy
Ain't got time for my girls, feeling lazy
We gon' get some (We gon' get some)
Get paid, I'm out the door
Make money, I spend it, want more
Get mine, looking so fine
Bad gyals, we chillin' and whine
Get paid, I'm out the door
Make money, I spend it, want more
Get mine, looking so fine
Tell 'em, so don't waste my time
I work hard for my gravy
Friday night, I start feeling wavy
Ain't got time for my girls, feeling lazy
We gon' get some (We gon' get some)
Wear it tight or loose
Chill or sexy, now you choose
No, I don't want no excuse
We gon' get some (We gon' get some)
Yes, I'm conceited, I really mean it
I'm in the future, Scottie come beam me
Not in your scene but all in your TV
Bitches that hate me only wanna be me
Higher than a bundle
Watch them all fumble
YouTube careers, I seen them all crumble
Funny, who me? I did not stumble
Bitches be dead, I think they on kindle
How many flavors? Sign off paper
Kiss to my haters, game changer
Arcade player, Space Invader
I just pissed off all my naysayers
Get paid, I'm out the door
Make money, I spend it, want more
Get mine, looking so fine
Bad gyals, we chillin' and whine
Get paid, I'm out the door
Make money, I spend it, want more
Get mine, looking so fine
Tell 'em, so don't waste my time
One more round for the ladies
Then we gon' get loud, little crazy
'Cause we run this town, self made it
We gon' get some (Yeah, yeah)
Wear it tight or loose
Chill or sexy, now you choose
No, I don't want no excuse
We gon' get some
Neva seen nothin' like me
Dem ask what mi have on, mi seh pricey
If yuh broke, then wah you ah do beside mi?
Dat nuh fit inna mi circle
All of my friends ah get money, it's for certain
Jet, jet, jet to the Phantom, just reach ah London
Look how we purse dem, fluffy like pom pom
Top gyal ah walk through, make way
And you know we getting paid, six ways
So watch how you talk, better respect me
We do what we want, we don't work for free
And we nuh really care if they want chat we
As long as dem pay dem fee
Cah we haffi
Get paid, I'm out the door
Make money, I spend it, want more
Get mine, looking so fine
Bad gyals, we chillin' and whine
Get paid, I'm out the door
Make money, I spend it, want more
Get mine, looking so fine
Tell 'em, so don't waste my time
Writer(s): Haldane Wayne Browne, Aluna Dewji-francis, Clifford Ray Smith, Brian Soko, Jada Ashanti Murphy, Junya Yamaguchi, Destiny Nicole Frasqueri
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