Get That Cheese
    (专辑: What's My Favorite Word? - 2002)
    
    [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!   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   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]   (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]