No Negotiations
Getters is, bring your friends, huh
We know where the money getters is, fuck
(It's Great John Beats, baby) Look, look
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
She look gorgeous on the wake up
Bad lil' bitch fucked up her makeup
Catch 'em speedin', racin', AMGs, police can't chase us
Catch me at a function, only baddies at this function
Look, step on my feet, bitch, we gon' jump you
Spend like ten at Webster, Dior what I step in, my bag Louis V
Glocks with beams all up in this V, run up, you gon' see
Heard of me, pussy, why you flexin'? Know you heard of me
Look, like me, then we fuckin', don't start stalkin' me
Huh, look, point to where the money getters is, bring your friends
Tell 'em this where all the money getters is
Tell 'em niggas wait, you don't wanna run up on that kid
Better tell 'em niggas-
(Last one tried to do it, he got dead)
Designer what we smokin' on
Tell the DJ run it back, what type of time he on?
It's that shit that make you feel like poppin' bottles with models
Please don't flex before I feel like poppin' bottles, we got one
Yeah, we got one, look
Demonize, my niggas on demon time
Look, demonize, my niggas on demon time
And it's no negotiations, huh, we don't negotiate
No negotiations, huh, we don't negotiate
Cranberry seats, my bitch a, my bitch a mixed breed
Look, Glock .23 right where my dick be
Heard it all my life, they throwin' salt, they tryna assault me
Not even voodoo coulda fought me
We know where the money getters is, fuck
(It's Great John Beats, baby) Look, look
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
She look gorgeous on the wake up
Bad lil' bitch fucked up her makeup
Catch 'em speedin', racin', AMGs, police can't chase us
Catch me at a function, only baddies at this function
Look, step on my feet, bitch, we gon' jump you
Spend like ten at Webster, Dior what I step in, my bag Louis V
Glocks with beams all up in this V, run up, you gon' see
Heard of me, pussy, why you flexin'? Know you heard of me
Look, like me, then we fuckin', don't start stalkin' me
Huh, look, point to where the money getters is, bring your friends
Tell 'em this where all the money getters is
Tell 'em niggas wait, you don't wanna run up on that kid
Better tell 'em niggas-
(Last one tried to do it, he got dead)
Designer what we smokin' on
Tell the DJ run it back, what type of time he on?
It's that shit that make you feel like poppin' bottles with models
Please don't flex before I feel like poppin' bottles, we got one
Yeah, we got one, look
Demonize, my niggas on demon time
Look, demonize, my niggas on demon time
And it's no negotiations, huh, we don't negotiate
No negotiations, huh, we don't negotiate
Cranberry seats, my bitch a, my bitch a mixed breed
Look, Glock .23 right where my dick be
Heard it all my life, they throwin' salt, they tryna assault me
Not even voodoo coulda fought me
Credits
Writer(s): Johnathan Scott, Jeremy Soto, Karel Jorge, Michael Kyle Williams
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