[Chorus: Sleepy Brown & Big K.R.I.T.]
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

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
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 wintertime just passed us
Watching for laws and jackers
'Cause this shit here too clean to be taken
I keep it tucked off in my clothes
You'll never catch me out here buck-naked
Fresh drawls, them deadstock 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 something tight
I'm tryna dig deep, ginger ale and Hennessy
It keep me in the zone, all night long til’ the clock strikes twelve
One more then I'm out of the front door
On a mission like a Waffle House cook for the 2-4-7
Man, I'm just trying to get paid
And make it where these mothafuckas hate
I got up to come down
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