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Correct Get That Cheese Lyrics
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F/ 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 $hort] + Greedy Mac [$ + are + gm] Get, that, cheese! [Greedy Mac] While you standin on the wall, and you wishin you can ball [$ + are + gm] Get, that, cheese! [Greedy Mac] While you standin on the wall, and you wishin you can ball [$ + are + gm] Get, that, cheese! [Greedy Mac] While you bumpin in yo Cadillac, pockets always stayin fat [$ + are + 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*
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