Get Right Witcha

I need my money in advance
These shoes Revenge, these no Vans
I just took a Percocet
I just off a jet Ion' know where I'm at

Money blue but the cup all red
Got the script from the Doc I'm sippin' on med
This right here is classified just like Ned

This hoe keep blowin' up my phone
I told her I'll be there in a minute
When you get paid everyday
You can't help yourself from spendin'
I was breakin' down that yay' I was born inside the kitchen

I'm in all black, like I'm goth
This hoe think that I'm God
I'm in a SRT so S.M.D
I just skirted' off
I was jumpin' gates in Balmain jeans
I was off the wall

Stay right there we gon' get right witcha'
My plug good to me, he'll get right witcha'
Got the whole hood wit' me they'll get right witcha'
Bro want the fade twin go pass me the clippers
Polymer Glocks, I am not fucking wit' nickels
I want him chop, I gave Bitcoin to my killas'
Grams in my sock, I told the cop that I'm innocent
We see a opp', than we gon' sit there n' spin his shit

Spin, spin

Remixin' the opp'
I feel like Liu Kang
The way that I finish him
He talkin' alot
He say he get money, but I know he not gettin' it

Your whip got bells and whistles
My whip got bells and Glocks
AMG wit' the racks in the middle
I just counted me up a whole knot

Think I'm Keef way I handle these bitches
I ain' never eva' love no thot
Money keep comin' in
Ion' even think it'll stop

Whip got no key in it
You still kickin' rocks
BOA just hit for 10
You still punchin' the clock

Money keep comin' in
Money keep comin' in
Money keep comin' in
Money keep comin' in
By myself
Money keep comin' in
Money keep comin' in
By myself



Credits
Writer(s): Victor Adkins
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