Keri Hilson

Keri Hilson - Get Your Money Up lyrics

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(feat. Keyshia Cole, Trina)
(Stop, now let me see your booty drop)



[Keri Hilson:]

If you think your impressin' us with your ice and dub poppin' bottles in the club,

Get your money up.

Cause I ain't your average girl,

I've been all around the world

With your boy wanna wow me,

Get your money up

Get your money up boy

Get your money up,

I wonna 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 your gettin' it.

Diamonds a girls best friend, you can provide them,

Might even have to fool while your hittin' it.

When you see me in my days blow a whole lot of change,

Tell your boy don't get jealous, get your money up

And if you don't like us, there's nothing to discuss,

We don't even give a f*ck 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



Stop, now let me see your booty drop!

(get em Keysh)



[Keyshia Cole:]

If your tearin' the bar down with all the fly woman and still livin' with your momma,

Get your money up

Ridin' big whips, can 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



[Keri Hilson:]

Get your what I'm talkin' about I don't wonna hear your mouth,

You need to 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

I wonna 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

(Stop, now let me see your booty drop)



Ok now slide slide one of them black cards,

If you got it then show me how your getting it

Diamonds a girls best friend, if you can provide them,

I might even have to fool while your hittin it.

Now grind grind get yourself some big money and don't forget about me when your spittin it

But if you ain't gon' pay don't be screamin out "hey girl"

(Wait, now let me see your booty drop)



[Trina:]

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 Loubouton boots,

Bags and more carrots

You on average,

Or at least the wrong section my girl need some checks so he headin in our direction



Get your money up

Get your money up

(Stop playing with yourself)

Get your money up

Get your money up

Get your money up

(Stop, now let me see your booty drop)



(I know that's right Keri, your girl KC, and trina, they gon hate on this one right here

Now get your money up.

Get your money up

We don't like them broke boys we don't like them broke boys.)


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