Get the F**k On
If the hoe ain't beneficial get the fuck on
Who that fat Nigga right there he got that stuff on
You wanna chew and produce come get yo munch on
Contraception safe road trip come get yo stuff on
Told her leggings and jeans we can't do the skirts
Make some gram dildos then I proceed to work
K.y jelly for extra lube to relieve the hurt
They gone need a fucking paps smear to retrieve the work
The shit I got give you a heavenly feel
Organic grams or whether it's pills
Prosthetic niggas you can never be real
I'm sipping tea discussing equity deals
And future business plans
The ointment on me just in case you wanna flare up
You cowards Bluetooth you don't work unless you pair up
But we ain't on that shit we trying to fare up
And if you talking money my Nigga come pull a chair up
The streets can't wait until I come home
I'm looking for a lil bad bitch that I can fuck on
Feed the hoe a plan b and tell her get to fuck on
If we ain't talking money my Nigga get the fuck on
Get the fuck on bitch get the fuck on
Get the fuck on bitch get the fuck on
Get the fuck on
Get the fuck on
If we ain't talking money my Nigga get the fuck on
Yeah that's what I like Nigga getting money
And if he go against the grain leave his shit runny
We been getting to it running up a check
I'm with a whore later running in her neck
She keep em rigor mortise then I'm running in her cat
Feed the whore a plan b send her packing it's a wrap
If they ain't talking money we ain't rocking with the opps
And I told her fuck a girl unless she locking in the pot
I just came home I need a perky and a thot
Touched down on parole still rocking in the spot
On the go yeah I get around
Make expeditions then I pick a town
Other routes we don't the hound
Make contact soon as it hit the ground
Catch the mailman soon as he make his rounds
Ain't a dummy my nigga
Fuck beef I want some money my nigga
The streets can't wait until I come home
I'm looking for a lil bad bitch that I can fuck on
Feed the hoe a plan b and tell her get the fuck on
If we ain't talking money my Nigga get the fuck on
Get the fuck on bitch get the fuck on
Get the fuck on bitch get the fuck on
Get the fuck on
Get the fuck on
If we ain't talking money my Nigga get the fuck on
Trapping in them haunted houses serving Holy Ghost
Spot was the boys and girls club that's what they knew me for
Shoot a pack toot a pack shit they be comatose
Zombies in the basement praying they don't overdose
We got raided had to pose as a phene
With a pipe I got from my auntie fuck you mean
Loitering tickets they was writing on the scene
Caught broad day on 94 but he ain't sing
Late nights phenes scratching on the floor
To cool em down I had to spray em with a hose
They say yo raw a 3 or 4 you know yo dog is bold
Ain't have a silver spoon ate with hands out a bowl
Get rich my Nigga it's a process
Forward motion moving in the city making progress
Pull up at the trap and you can see my people geeking
Ain't selfish ain't stingy wanna see my people eating
The streets can't wait until I come home
I'm looking for a lil bad bitch that I can fuck on
Feed the hoe a plan b and tell her get the fuck on
If we ain't talking money my Nigga get the fuck on
Get the fuck on bitch get the fuck on
Get the fuck on bitch get the fuck on
Get the fuck on
Get the fuck on
If we ain't talking money my Nigga get the fuck on
Who that fat Nigga right there he got that stuff on
You wanna chew and produce come get yo munch on
Contraception safe road trip come get yo stuff on
Told her leggings and jeans we can't do the skirts
Make some gram dildos then I proceed to work
K.y jelly for extra lube to relieve the hurt
They gone need a fucking paps smear to retrieve the work
The shit I got give you a heavenly feel
Organic grams or whether it's pills
Prosthetic niggas you can never be real
I'm sipping tea discussing equity deals
And future business plans
The ointment on me just in case you wanna flare up
You cowards Bluetooth you don't work unless you pair up
But we ain't on that shit we trying to fare up
And if you talking money my Nigga come pull a chair up
The streets can't wait until I come home
I'm looking for a lil bad bitch that I can fuck on
Feed the hoe a plan b and tell her get to fuck on
If we ain't talking money my Nigga get the fuck on
Get the fuck on bitch get the fuck on
Get the fuck on bitch get the fuck on
Get the fuck on
Get the fuck on
If we ain't talking money my Nigga get the fuck on
Yeah that's what I like Nigga getting money
And if he go against the grain leave his shit runny
We been getting to it running up a check
I'm with a whore later running in her neck
She keep em rigor mortise then I'm running in her cat
Feed the whore a plan b send her packing it's a wrap
If they ain't talking money we ain't rocking with the opps
And I told her fuck a girl unless she locking in the pot
I just came home I need a perky and a thot
Touched down on parole still rocking in the spot
On the go yeah I get around
Make expeditions then I pick a town
Other routes we don't the hound
Make contact soon as it hit the ground
Catch the mailman soon as he make his rounds
Ain't a dummy my nigga
Fuck beef I want some money my nigga
The streets can't wait until I come home
I'm looking for a lil bad bitch that I can fuck on
Feed the hoe a plan b and tell her get the fuck on
If we ain't talking money my Nigga get the fuck on
Get the fuck on bitch get the fuck on
Get the fuck on bitch get the fuck on
Get the fuck on
Get the fuck on
If we ain't talking money my Nigga get the fuck on
Trapping in them haunted houses serving Holy Ghost
Spot was the boys and girls club that's what they knew me for
Shoot a pack toot a pack shit they be comatose
Zombies in the basement praying they don't overdose
We got raided had to pose as a phene
With a pipe I got from my auntie fuck you mean
Loitering tickets they was writing on the scene
Caught broad day on 94 but he ain't sing
Late nights phenes scratching on the floor
To cool em down I had to spray em with a hose
They say yo raw a 3 or 4 you know yo dog is bold
Ain't have a silver spoon ate with hands out a bowl
Get rich my Nigga it's a process
Forward motion moving in the city making progress
Pull up at the trap and you can see my people geeking
Ain't selfish ain't stingy wanna see my people eating
The streets can't wait until I come home
I'm looking for a lil bad bitch that I can fuck on
Feed the hoe a plan b and tell her get the fuck on
If we ain't talking money my Nigga get the fuck on
Get the fuck on bitch get the fuck on
Get the fuck on bitch get the fuck on
Get the fuck on
Get the fuck on
If we ain't talking money my Nigga get the fuck on
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Writer(s): Jujuan Willis
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