Gotta Get Back

Woo (back up)
Yeah, Pitbull (back up)
DB, Big Star (back up)
Uh-oh (back-)

Uh, haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
And broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)

I'm in the club, and they're caught scopin' the scene
Cup halfway full, smokin' the green
She's got her hand on my nuts, what does that mean?
Pointed at her friend and she said they're a tag team
Now who said dreams don't come true?

It's like I'm dreamin' when I come through
I always find somethin' to run to
Speak into the mic mami, mic check, one, two
Drunk in the club, off the chain
But who gives a fuck, that's why I came
So pour it up and get down
Y'all have no choice but to listen to Pit now

Put your ass in reverse baby (back up)
It don't involve money? (Then back up)
Dawg, get it from me and (back up)
Every time I fall I get right (back up)

Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
And broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)

Everybody knows Pit's got tight raps
When I'm in the club, DJ's bring it back
With no questions asked
But the number one question is, "Does he got cash?"
Little John's at the bar, while me and them East side boys smoke cabs

Roll another one, no doubt, get a couple hoes, roll out
Beef? You don't want none, gun gon' fly out
Dumb Diddy, dumb dumb, my time's now
The city I'm from is covered with federals
That'd make your crew run run, your crew run run
Pit's next to come

Put your ass in reverse baby (back up)
It don't involve money? (Then back up)
Dawg, get it from me and (back up)
Every time I fall I get right (back up)

Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
And broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)

I convinced mami to creep on the DL
Even though my head's spinnin' like some street wells
Skip the details, it's the bag or bottom line
It's testin' my patience like doctor's
I'm not impressed by the cool shit
All those jeans, all that ice, all them cars, all that bullshit

If that's what you're lookin' for, keep lookin' hoe
'Cause you got the wrong one, bitch I'll let you know
Mami's like damn, that Cuban shout out
Bitch I came to the club to wild out
If you came to act up then you need to get from me, bitch
And uh, back up

Put your ass in reverse baby (back up)
It don't involve money? (Then back up)
Dawg, get it from me and (back up)
Every time I fall I get right (back up)

Put your ass in reverse baby (back up)
It don't involve money? (Then back up)
Dawg, get it from me and (back up)
Every time I fall I get right (back up)

Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
And broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)

Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
And broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)

Woo, Pitbull
DB
It's over, dawg, I'm tellin' you man
They can't deny us, dawg
It's too strong of a movement
305
Get ready, the revolution

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Writer(s): Bill Bottrell, Shelby Lynne, Dorothy A. Overstreet
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