Get Mine
Try talking with your chest
Double your checks, niggas plotting on the man
Damn, like why can't I get mine
And baby you dumb fine
Try talking with your chest
Double your checks, niggas plotting on the man
Damn, like why can't I get mine
And baby you dumb fine
You know I want mine like a fat kid when it's lunch time
And the hustlers when it's crunch time
And the bad ones when it's brunch time
I just punch in, fuck a punch line
If I fuck up I say one more time
And I'm tryna ball like I'm number 9
Where the babies at like it's summer time
I'm the last of dying breed
Thinking fast when I'm writing free
In the stars off the Dyno Bs
Me and Mars prolly make a symphony
If you looking up there's a lot to see
Gotta get em in tune with the frequency
And I'm really not feeling your energy
And I heard that my angels was sent for me so if you try me you'll never get rid of me
Try talking with your chest
Double your checks niggas plotting on the man
Damn, like why can't I get mine
And baby you dumb fine
Try talking with your chest
Double your checks niggas plotting on the man
Damn like why can't I get mine
(You know I want mine like a fat kid when it's lunch time)
And baby you dumb fine
(You girl you know that I want you cuz baby you dumb fine)
You know I want mine
I'm self paid and you dumb fine
So I gotta move like it's crunch time
Real niggas get straight to the business so why you don't think I would get to mine
I gotta live for a better day
Fuck what you say
It's gon' be ok
Keep your pace yea you still in the race
(Still in the raaace)
And you still in the race
Like what do you see when you look at me
I can not play with the foolery
Damn
I can not match on your energy
Now run it back if you niggas not feeling me
Mixed vibes I don't know what you sending me
Shorty keep talking about friending me
Jugg boyz I don't need no more friends with me
Try talking with your chest
Double your checks niggas plotting on the man
Damn, like why can't I get mine
And baby you dumb fine
Try talking with your chest
Double your checks niggas plotting on the man
Damn like why can't I get mine
(You know I want mine like a fat kid when it's lunch time)
And baby you dumb fine
(You girl you know that I want you cuz baby you dumb fine)
Double your checks, niggas plotting on the man
Damn, like why can't I get mine
And baby you dumb fine
Try talking with your chest
Double your checks, niggas plotting on the man
Damn, like why can't I get mine
And baby you dumb fine
You know I want mine like a fat kid when it's lunch time
And the hustlers when it's crunch time
And the bad ones when it's brunch time
I just punch in, fuck a punch line
If I fuck up I say one more time
And I'm tryna ball like I'm number 9
Where the babies at like it's summer time
I'm the last of dying breed
Thinking fast when I'm writing free
In the stars off the Dyno Bs
Me and Mars prolly make a symphony
If you looking up there's a lot to see
Gotta get em in tune with the frequency
And I'm really not feeling your energy
And I heard that my angels was sent for me so if you try me you'll never get rid of me
Try talking with your chest
Double your checks niggas plotting on the man
Damn, like why can't I get mine
And baby you dumb fine
Try talking with your chest
Double your checks niggas plotting on the man
Damn like why can't I get mine
(You know I want mine like a fat kid when it's lunch time)
And baby you dumb fine
(You girl you know that I want you cuz baby you dumb fine)
You know I want mine
I'm self paid and you dumb fine
So I gotta move like it's crunch time
Real niggas get straight to the business so why you don't think I would get to mine
I gotta live for a better day
Fuck what you say
It's gon' be ok
Keep your pace yea you still in the race
(Still in the raaace)
And you still in the race
Like what do you see when you look at me
I can not play with the foolery
Damn
I can not match on your energy
Now run it back if you niggas not feeling me
Mixed vibes I don't know what you sending me
Shorty keep talking about friending me
Jugg boyz I don't need no more friends with me
Try talking with your chest
Double your checks niggas plotting on the man
Damn, like why can't I get mine
And baby you dumb fine
Try talking with your chest
Double your checks niggas plotting on the man
Damn like why can't I get mine
(You know I want mine like a fat kid when it's lunch time)
And baby you dumb fine
(You girl you know that I want you cuz baby you dumb fine)
Credits
Writer(s): Zaneil Spencer
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