Get It Gone (feat. Lance Hitch)

Say I'm getting money so I move like the mayor
No time for small talk I'm headed straight to the paper
Before I leave the house grab my strap say a prayer
Went from benchwarmer to a all star player
Real ass nigga I'm a stand on that
& that kit about 20k don't lay a hand on that
Take my bitch on shopping spree's we spend bands at saks
These niggas be spending penny's while I'm spending the max
Counting all these bands money counter got to acting up
It was me and Beezy B we was packing up
If these Niggas want smoke ain't no backing up
Subtract a nigga whole head if shit ain't adding up
When I was fourteen we had a million dollar house
My people got indicted taking million dollars routes
Stuff the yola in the sofa that's a million dollar couch
Getting head bless ya daughter with a million dollar mouth
Nigga I was raised by some bmf gangsters
Regardless of my ways nigga I'm forever thankful
Rollies is a trophy cause this life we live is painful
Diamonds bright as helicopter lights from every angle
I ain't arguing with no nigga who ain't in my same bracket
Driveway look like I'm stuck in 5 o'clock traffic
Vacuum sealing 16's I'm a real rapper
Sending tester, make a hundred for how they gone feel after

Put it on the scale nigga I can get it gone
You want it thru the mail nigga I can send it home
If it ain't about no money then quit calling my phone
Need my cash on delivery, ain't giving out loans
Put it on the scale nigga I can get it gone
You want it thru the mail nigga I can send it home
If it ain't about no money then quit calling my phone
Need my cash on delivery, ain't giving out loans

It's bout 40 in this bitch if you adding up the kits
Try & rush catch a bullet for thinking that you gone blitz
My niggas really ball I hit Juan with the assist
Reaching for my water I'll leave you with the fish
Ain't no hoe up in my blood, I ain't worried bout a mug
In the club, drunk as fuck it's like 20 on the rug
Nigga know that I'm the plug, I can get them for the love
I Just call my white boy he gone treat me like I'm blood
You can hate all you want, you gone respect this
You ain't TSA lil nigga you ain't gone check shit
You can get whatever you need I'm the new Craigslist
Free Santana, I'm blessed that I ain't make that feds list

Put it on the scale nigga I can get it gone
You want it thru the mail nigga I can send it home
If it ain't about no money then quit calling my phone
Need my cash on delivery, ain't giving out loans
Put it on the scale nigga I can get it gone
You want it thru the mail nigga I can send it home
If it ain't about no money then quit calling my phone
Need my cash on delivery, ain't giving out loans



Credits
Writer(s): Lance Gates
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