Lyrics Get Up - New Beat Fund

Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can′t break the sound now
Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
And turn around and tell em what ya found out.

Liquor store shades, no Ray Bans
Broken frames got me looking like a Raiders fan.
Hear us on ya street, you know you want it
Track so hard make a megaphone vomit.

Hey, we ain't got no money
Hey, our kicks are for free
All of our worries are out with the breeze
Cuz we got the fund to the new beat.

Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can′t break the sound now
Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out.

Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can't break the sound now
What we got gonna make heart pound, pound
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out.

Never gave a damn, about prom king
Always in the parking lot blowing smoke rings.
We tried flirting, with lady luck
But still we ride with the Caddy on the truck

Hey, we ain't got no money
Hey, our kicks are for free
All of our worries are out with the breeze
Cuz we got the fund to the new beat.

Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can′t break the sound now
Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out.

Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can′t break the sound now
What we got gonna make heart pound, pound
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out.

We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Timmy.
We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Chili.
We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Shady.
So come on foxy lady got me feeling all crazy.