Get It in (feat. Actual)

Yeah
What she gone do for me
You know what I mean
Set a real tone then

Is she popping it
I got some money on my mind
There ain't no stopping it
I got a girl from ATL
There ain't no topping it
And how my recent shit is going
Ain't no flopping it
Let's get it in

Is she popping it
I got some money on my mind
There ain't no stopping it
I got a girl from ATL
There ain't no topping it
And how my recent shit is going
Ain't no flopping it
Let's get it in

Yeah
This bih on my line but she kinda fine
Hop in the whip and I heard it recline
One thing for sure, we never go blind
I don't like women, they nothing but trouble
Got my heart broken, but money done doubled
Ain't it real funny, life is like a puzzle
All of the pieces, you know it gone crumble
Got it from mud, I grew from the ground
Bitches done hated, but they love me now
Shit, I'm laughing out loud

Is she popping it
I got some money on my mind
There ain't no stopping it
I got a girl from ATL
There ain't no topping it
And how my recent shit is going
Ain't no flopping it
Let's get it in

Is she popping it
I got some money on my mind
There ain't no stopping it
I got a girl from ATL
There ain't no topping it
And how my recent shit is going
Ain't no flopping it
Let's get it in

First of all, this ain't an at song
This that holy grail
As much as you be hating it
Well bish you know me well
You took up all my coins
And wished then all down that well
Oh well, but hell
Long as we mention it
I've been choking on your love
Feel like we lynching it
And every-time we lose connection
We just extension it
I know this shit should really end
Forget reaping benefits

Is she popping it
I got some money on my mind
There ain't no stopping it
I got a girl from
The ATL
Oh well

Fuck it, hit rolling let's get it in
I was born in this spot, I ain't filling in
See I'm from the ground, no cinnamon
Think shit sweet, come get it then
See we ain't alike, no synonym
That nigga plush, I ain't feeling him
From the other side, get rid of him
In the booth or the streets ima get it in
See pockets stay full, that's to the brim
Strap on my hip like another limb
Okay I don't need a Glock, I'm rappin' now
Strap with a verse, my pastor proud
New shit coming, finna stir the crowd
We lit then a bitch, ain't calming down
New bitch love me, gotta test her out
Give her a Glock, is she backing down
If she up it, ima hold her down
I ain't fucking with her heart, I'm in love this time
I love her brain, but I love her mind
Her soul
If I look down ima see ten toes
She won't get caught on no stove
Act like she can't get stole
Ima jack her heart on the low
What's poppin'



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Writer(s): Wesley Linkous
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