Get It
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Young nigga chasing them riches
I ain't got no time to play with these niggas
I ain't got no time to play with these bitches
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma get it on my own
Stack it up, and spend that shit 'til it's gone
If you ain't grinding, then we don't get along
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck that nigga, I don't trust him
I'ma work and get it straight off the muscle
If you around me, partner, you gotta hustle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I told you that I'm on a mission
No, I can't let nobody block my vision
I'm feeling like Bankroll, I gotta get it, yeah
Tryna stack them racks as tall as the ceiling
If I can get a penny, I can get a million
Make your bitch sing to me like Bryson Tiller
Don't try me, pussy boy, I'ma kill you
You can eat a dick, fuck your opinion
They don't know that I'm a one man army
I don't need no gang of niggas behind me
You can catch me dolo, we can still get grimy
I don't need attention, boy, I ain't a groupie
Cameras got film, we can shoot a movie
Green dot, so you know that bitch recording
Stop making threats, I'm finna start snoring
Make your bitch cook me eggs in the morning, yeah
I'm from the L, purple and gold just like a Laker, uh uh
Can't take no L's, if I want it, I'ma take it, uh uh
I'm like a snail on that codeine, I get patient, uh uh
Sip it like a patient, uh
Dip the blunt and lace it, uh
Sip it like a patient, uh
Dip the blunt and lace it, uh
Yeah, pop his top, red tomato
Keep a scale like a gator
Need more cake, Anita Baker
We don't vibe, 'cause he's a hater
Pop his top, red tomato
Keep a scale like a gator
Need more cake, Anita Baker
We don't vibe, 'cause he's a hater
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Young nigga chasing them riches
I ain't got no time to play with these niggas
I ain't got no time to play with these bitches
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma get it on my own
Stack it up, and spend that shit 'til it's gone
If you ain't grinding, then we don't get along
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck that nigga, I don't trust him
I'ma work and get it straight off the muscle
If you around me, partner, you gotta hustle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I told you that I'm on a mission
No, I can't let nobody block my vision
I'm feeling like Bankroll, I gotta get it, yeah
(Get it!)
Young nigga chasing them riches
I ain't got no time to play with these niggas
I ain't got no time to play with these bitches
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma get it on my own
Stack it up, and spend that shit 'til it's gone
If you ain't grinding, then we don't get along
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck that nigga, I don't trust him
I'ma work and get it straight off the muscle
If you around me, partner, you gotta hustle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I told you that I'm on a mission
No, I can't let nobody block my vision
I'm feeling like Bankroll, I gotta get it, yeah
Tryna stack them racks as tall as the ceiling
If I can get a penny, I can get a million
Make your bitch sing to me like Bryson Tiller
Don't try me, pussy boy, I'ma kill you
You can eat a dick, fuck your opinion
They don't know that I'm a one man army
I don't need no gang of niggas behind me
You can catch me dolo, we can still get grimy
I don't need attention, boy, I ain't a groupie
Cameras got film, we can shoot a movie
Green dot, so you know that bitch recording
Stop making threats, I'm finna start snoring
Make your bitch cook me eggs in the morning, yeah
I'm from the L, purple and gold just like a Laker, uh uh
Can't take no L's, if I want it, I'ma take it, uh uh
I'm like a snail on that codeine, I get patient, uh uh
Sip it like a patient, uh
Dip the blunt and lace it, uh
Sip it like a patient, uh
Dip the blunt and lace it, uh
Yeah, pop his top, red tomato
Keep a scale like a gator
Need more cake, Anita Baker
We don't vibe, 'cause he's a hater
Pop his top, red tomato
Keep a scale like a gator
Need more cake, Anita Baker
We don't vibe, 'cause he's a hater
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Young nigga chasing them riches
I ain't got no time to play with these niggas
I ain't got no time to play with these bitches
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma get it on my own
Stack it up, and spend that shit 'til it's gone
If you ain't grinding, then we don't get along
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck that nigga, I don't trust him
I'ma work and get it straight off the muscle
If you around me, partner, you gotta hustle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I told you that I'm on a mission
No, I can't let nobody block my vision
I'm feeling like Bankroll, I gotta get it, yeah
(Get it!)
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Writer(s): Joshua Davis
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