Lets Get It

Yuh, lets get it, yuh

I'm really pushing these ps
Yeah I'm pushing these pounds
Pull up AMG I might serve you a ounce
I am a topic, I'm just like a noun
Look at the racks, turn ya frown upside down
Got in them cheeks, she hollering like a hound
Bitch I'm a dog, you know I'm out that pound
Let's get it, popping my shit like a skillet
Money is easy, I swear you don't get it
Hit me a play, then I go shop at Lenox
She hop on the stick and she thought it was quidditch
Harry Potter, might just be fucking yo daughter
Drip on my neck, yeah it water
I'm in her box, I ain't talking no Otter
Told her be quiet ain't no need for no holler
Look at my stats man you know I'm a baller
I'm a baller, shot caller
Lets get it, popping my shit like a skillet
Money is easy, I swear you don't get it

I swear you don't get it,
It just be trippin me out
Thought it was laced, almost cased out on shawty
She hardly be dressed but be dripping me out
Lost out of space, ain't no gravity
I'm happily Clooney with George
But I'm Curious now
If I shoot in doors will it sound like a tech
Or a flagrant foul
Designer fragrance
Valentino I'm the goat
But get treated like I'm made of patience
Let's get it
Popping my shit like a skillet
Money is easy I swear you don't get it
Y'all got to be trolling
I swear I don't feel it
Aude Mar chosen, I swear this the realist

Lets get it
Niggas is cap so I took off they fitted
I live a real life boy
I'm just showing you folks a tease
Do you have a passport Shortie
I'm trying to fly you out to Belize
In seven weeks I had seven freaks
I'm eating different I like Vietnamese
Lets go
Foreign Shortie she talk Guanines
Chasing dreams it don't come for free
Yeah, lets get it
She hop on that dick
I told that bih ribbit
Ha, lets get it
All of my niggas
Gone spin like a fidget



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Writer(s): Miles Thomas
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