get that waterpark money - dj split lyrics
[verse: dj split]
the sh-t for the b-boys and d-boys
who better recognize the wp-boys
the wnw crew pay dues
f-cking with songs, the managers don’t approve
we getting all the girls
and that’s plural
hustle all day and finish with free churros
hours after hours shows up on our checks
for others with higher wages are still getting less
building up stacks even before the year started
now we getting all the money from the kitchen to the beer garden
and our girls got back
at the work in bikinis looking like a model ad
i’m late for work
i’m speeding, i’m swerving
we clock in, and start serving
looking for a honey that i can put my sperm in
in the back dancing, show you how we jerkin’
[verse 2: dj split]
pulling out a bad b-tch
then pulling out another
like tgifs
thank god it’s f-cking summer
pockets full of money
leave our bill stub
so throw your w’s up and represent us
[hook]
like get money, f-ck b-tches
get money, f-ck b-tches
get it get it
get that waterpark money
workaholics, getting every dollar junkies
[verse 3: dj split]
wet ‘n’ wild crew got so much f-cking swag
b-tch, that’s not a flag, that’s a bus boy rag
dressed in all red, like the way we leave your face
money through the roof, reaching up to outer sp-ce
[verse 4: dj split]
i’m talking cash bundles
raining fries that sugared in a funnel
ay girl, let’s take an icee shot
and get a brain freeze from sucking on my icee pop
yeah, we posting with the potent in the back freezer
carry tons of cash but never carry heaters
b-tch we ball hard and here comes a heater
life like a movie, you just watching in the theater
[verse 5: dj split]
baby doll, i can put you on-call
but i got too many numbers up in my phone log
what you think, when our girls wearing heels to work
you can thug for free, we gotta pay to see them twerk
[verse 6: dj split]
free food, bad b-tches
yeah, you know the perks
they finish me off and we spray them with our big squirts
run this place, smiley face
so we getting tips
couple dollars for the cook and a few for your chick
[verse 7: dj split]
tip our b-tches well and we keep them loving you
three letters b-tch: wnw
we go hard in the motherf-cking paint
yeah, our crew’s too raw
but our food ain’t
[hook]
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