Big K.R.I.T., Sleepy Brown and Ceelo - Get Up 2 Come Down

Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying to get up to come down
Booming like a sub underground
The whole city hearin' it's around
We all on the get up to come down

We back at it one mo' gain'
Cranking my motor, revving my engine
Chilling the AC til' it's colder than a breeze in Alaska
Sun shine like the winter time just passed us
Watching for laws and jackers
Cuz', this shit here too clean to be taken
I keep it tucked off in my clothes you never catch me out her bucket naked
Fresh drawls, them desktop Js for the caskets
Pressing up on these bastards that owe me and I gots to have it
Wake up and cake up 'cause' it's only right
Soon as the sun go down, the freaks come out and they gon' dress in summer tights
I'm tryna dig deep, Ginger-ale and Hennessy
It keep me in the zone, I'm like long til' the clock strike twelve
One mo' then I'm out of the front door
On a mission like a waffle house cooked for the 24/7
Man, I'm just trying to get paid
And make it where these mothafuckas hate
I got up to come down

Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying to get up to come down
Booming like a sub underground
The whole city hearin' it's around
We all on the get up to come down

This for those playas and those gator belts getting cheese like patty melts
Serving up game like help yo' self
Refereeing, calling plays on the sidelines
Super the bowl, diamonds and gold
Won a ring like five times
I remember wanting be that cuz' I seen it
Don't ever tell a hoe that you love a hoe if you don't mean it
Unless it's bout that paper paper, got that from a playa pimp
They say it's work to p-i, easier to be a simp
Put it in motion, rollercoasting, peep the focus of a go-getter
If you flip it once and get it, it's fasho fitting
If you ain't eating with you squad, you's a hoe nigga
That's from the heart
Never pump kool-aid when we on a mission
That's 24/7 like a waffle cook in a waffle house kitchen
Man, I'm just trying to get paid
And make it where these mothafuckas hate
I got up to come down

Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying to get up to come down
Booming like a sub underground
The whole city hearin' it's around
We all on the get up to come down

Here's a little story that must be told
A wild young nigga off on Calverton road
I was raised on Kings ridge where there wasn't no rules
Robbing niggas for they Starter jackets and shoes
Yeah, I've done some real things, family full of fiends
Forty ounce of Old English, and new some Newport kings
Pocket full of pieces and 74' Caprisces
Europeans in a crib in Buckhead, thank you Jesus
Boy, I'm sweet James Jones when I'm whipping up a ritz
I'm really on my wrist and a super bad bitch
And you know it's southside, you can tell by the parlor
Give it a good look cuz' there'll never be another
Hoes, a hundred spokes, what you expect?
Trust me, money can't buy you that respect
Got feel it out of love, and get it from out the mud
And it'll come round, or get out the way
I'm coming down

Trying to get up to come down
Yeah, playa worldwide 3rd coast all day
Mississippi wheel connected everywhere
Mind 4eva N a Day, forever how forever anyway
You know how it be mayne when you all the way down in the game underground
Trying to get up off that thang, them people can't stand you mayne
They can't get with it mayne
'Cause they don't realize, how, what it took
To get to a place where 4eva Is A Mighty Long Time
And all that time, you was doing it big
It's mighty good for you
4eva is, 4eva was, and 4eva we will be
Multi til' the muthafuckin sun die
K.R.I.T
King Remembered In Time
Believe that dere'
So As the beat keep rolling on
The snare keep hitting and that 808 keep going on
And that baseline keep being fit to the slashin'
Forever and ever lasting in a timeless fashion bitch

Written by:
Justin Lewis Scott, Keyon Harold, Michael D Hartnett, Patrick Brown, Thomas Decarlo Callaway, William Washington

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