Gettn Em
I be gettin' that head, gettin' that stat, and gettin' that bread
Off to the club, they be turnin' them drinks
But nigga, dawg, that a pussy don't stink
Watch me come up, out that 21 Escalade truck
Post keep geekin', on my success they can't keep up
Tired while I'm bookin' them joints, every time I hit the scene
They wanna know my secret, what's that gangsta lame
I be improvisin', like a true artist
Send them mad lyrics, that bitch retarded
They be like, where he goin', what he doin' next
Bitch, stay out my DM, I get some fat checks
We out here ballin', gettin' what we deserve
Gettin' that good life, and my Thunderbirds
Got that number one album, I won't regret
I'm out your fuckin' key shit, she got some big breasts
I got them bitches, I got them hoes
Fuck outta my face, nigga, this is how I roll
On that avenue, I be gettin' them coins
Gettin' that revenue, and I stay poor
I be gettin', gettin' that head
Gettin' them stacks, and gettin' that bread
Off to the club, they be stirrin' them drinks
But nigga, shawty, that pussy don't stink
Ayy, I'm back, nigga
What you gon' do
I got them stacks, nigga
Now, how about you
I'm never fakin', never lazy
Thanks
Off to the club, they be turnin' them drinks
But nigga, dawg, that a pussy don't stink
Watch me come up, out that 21 Escalade truck
Post keep geekin', on my success they can't keep up
Tired while I'm bookin' them joints, every time I hit the scene
They wanna know my secret, what's that gangsta lame
I be improvisin', like a true artist
Send them mad lyrics, that bitch retarded
They be like, where he goin', what he doin' next
Bitch, stay out my DM, I get some fat checks
We out here ballin', gettin' what we deserve
Gettin' that good life, and my Thunderbirds
Got that number one album, I won't regret
I'm out your fuckin' key shit, she got some big breasts
I got them bitches, I got them hoes
Fuck outta my face, nigga, this is how I roll
On that avenue, I be gettin' them coins
Gettin' that revenue, and I stay poor
I be gettin', gettin' that head
Gettin' them stacks, and gettin' that bread
Off to the club, they be stirrin' them drinks
But nigga, shawty, that pussy don't stink
Ayy, I'm back, nigga
What you gon' do
I got them stacks, nigga
Now, how about you
I'm never fakin', never lazy
Thanks
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Writer(s): Myron Colbert
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