Get It

They know I be chilling I'm hurting they feelings
They want me to stop but you know I ain't listen
I'm always gone get it my cup gotta fill it
I'm smoking this kush now my brain on the ceiling
My money got longer I stay to myself cause it's
Fuck all the fakes man I'm counting the millions
Your shorty she want me she all on my pants
I know she wanna taste because I am the realest
Ooh I had to fuck up a bag yeah
Smoking it helps me relax yeah
I'm always counting the cash yeah
She wanna throw that shit back yeah
She wanna get her a taste
I do not hang with no fakes
We gotta run from the jakes
I'm always up in first place
They do not know what it takes whoah
Tell yo get off my Dick
I hit the mall and come back with your bitch
She getting freaky I suck on her tits
Know that she want me got ice on my wrist
Whenever I'm out imma drop me some bands
Wearing designer while smoking the grams
Got me some hoes and they all like to dance
Oh she was your bitch well now I'm her man aye
I do not know what to say
You said you would ride but your really a fake
Talk on the gang we'll pull up where you stay
I'm on my grind imma get me some cake
You say you my friend but I know that you ain't
You wanted a pick but I scored in the paint
I hop in the coup so I had to change lanes
Trust me I promise that we ain't the same aye
Why am I so clean
I do not mean to be mean
Had to get up do this shit for my team
Getting a bag and I'm just 17 yeah aye
I do not care what you say aye
Might just pull up with your bae aye
I do not care bout no hate aye
I'mma just stack up the cake aye
When I'm on the beat man you know I gotta snap
Pull up with your hoe and she throw around that ass
I been high as a fuck I been smoking on that gas
I know they getting on me cause I getting me a bag