(feat. Greedy Mac (+ Roger Troutman, Jr.))



[Too $hort] It's payday!

[$ + Roger] Get, that, cheese!

[Roger Jr.] [vocoder sounds] We gotta

[$ + Roger] Get, that, cheese!

[Roger Jr.] [vocoder sounds] We gotta

[$ + Roger] Get, that, cheese!

[Roger Jr.] [vocoder sounds] Just

[$ + Roger] Get, that, cheese!



[Verse One]

Now when you dreamin, it might not be real

But when you're all alone, that's how you feel

Do what you want, you just need a plan

Little money and a car, you could be the man

Cause havin money's what you're 'sposed to do

Spend some, then people start to notice you

Get all the things that you wish you had

Now all that little stuff don't get you mad

And once you get your foot in the door

Don't start actin like you can't look for more

There's always more money to be made

It's not everything, I know you wanna be paid

You should write it down and do the math

Anything in the world is what you can have

So listen to your potnah $hort

Get your money young man, you ain't gotta be broke, just



[Chorus: Too $hort] + Greedy Mac

[$ + R + GM] Get, that, cheese!

[Greedy Mac] While you standin on the wall, and you wishin you can ball

[$ + R + GM] Get, that, cheese!

[Greedy Mac] While you standin on the wall, and you wishin you can ball

[$ + R + GM] Get, that, cheese!

[Greedy Mac] While you bumpin in yo Cadillac, pockets always stayin fat

[$ + R + GM] Get, that, cheese!

[Greedy Mac] While you bumpin in yo Cadillac, sippin on yo' Cognac



[Verse Two]

Now grab a freak, smoke some weed

And kick it all night with this funky-ass beat

It's been a long day, gotta stay on the grind

Up early, hustle for a long time

You want big dough?  You wanna get mo'?

You want a Cadillac truck and a six-fo'?

I tell all the little homies havin money in the ghetto

One day you gotta let go, but don't settle

for just hangin on the corner broke

Fiendin for a hit of what you wanna smoke, on that dope

Free yo' mind if it's trapped in the streets

But don't starve; you know us macks have to eat

I don't care if they don't like me

Just left the bank and I'm rollin up some light green

Now hold on to your dreams for me

Cause life ain't always what it seems to be, you gotta



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

(Is that Too $hort?) Baby yeah I'm back, it's on

You never woulda thought I could last this long

I don't associate with non-believers

If my girl keeps me naggin me then I'ma leave her

Cause I worked too hard for way too long

to get what I got and I'm way too strong

In yo' lifetime, if you don't get yours

Can't do no ballin like yo' nigga $hort

But once you on a roll, they can't stop it

Receivin checks, makin bank deposits

And that's just the way it is

Don't come around me if you're negative

I'm the player of the year, there is no other

I buy a mansion fo' my mother

See me ridin with the top down

I need some mo' money, can't stop now, I gotta



[Chorus]



[ad libs by Roger and others to fade]