Get It
This ain't right place for you
If you got hurt feelings
Imma trynna buy the building
I cost a ticket
I need hella digits
Bout my business
Cannot pivot on my mission
I'm committed
Till I Motherfucking get it
Get It
Get it
Get it
Uh
Bitch you better fucking get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
West side till I die
Yea yea
All that
Feel like Apollo Creed
Bumping that old "Diplomats"
Shorty like,
"Where you at?"
Baby I don't need a boost
A helping hand
Forbidden fruit
Brutus knife
Another vice
Or a night here wit you
That could lead to little me
Alter my destiny
I might make you "Billie Jean"
I just mean my pen is mean
Ballpoint
Catastrophe
Kill,practice Apathy
They observe a G
Peep game
Craft a strategy
Baby bring it back for me
Whistle while you roll my weed
Yin Yang
Twin flame
Balance beam
Won't ever let me leave my feet
Lean, slouch,
Or bend my knees
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
I go hard
Deserve a brake
Love your height
Shape & weight
Who know I like
Good liquor straight
Know that I am god adjace
Feel so good
When I'm welcomed back
And I rap
I'm pastor Ma$e
I might throw a rap parade
Bro I float a track a day
This made to make her ass shake
Make assests
Bring assholes a bad bitch
I thought that's established
I go hard till I'm calloused
My crown made of shrapnel
Who else this impactful
Stay low and get active
Feel like uncle Luke back in 95
Back that ass up like I'm taking over for '99
Every time
Ooooh
Hoppin out the whip I got a cup of sip
Stupid trippin' like the Feds ain't on a nigga hip
I got acid in my system I'm on rocket ships
The mix would make it obvious I'm tryin not to trip
See I'm mobbin in slick cut
Thin mints, purple punch,
Big bag, bigger blunts 10:4
I don't need no mentions
Imma do it cause I did it
Spend a thousand every minute I'll be out this bitch in thirty though
I ain't got no stiffy don't be silly
Twerking on a blicky
Burner on a hippy
Now she twerking gently
Shit be trippy
Che Che fucking with me
Nay nay kinda tricky
I confessed and now my ex is Chili
Throwing benjis
Aye
Shake that ass like I got Murphy with me Nelly feel me
Tippy drilly
Count this while I rollin up sensi
Hit manpoku mix the rice kimchi
In New Jersey like Paulie, Vinny
Hit manpoku mix the rice kimchi
When we in the city right
This ain't right place for you
If you got hurt feelings
Imma trynna buy the building
I cost a ticket
I need hella digits
Bout my business
Cannot pivot on my mission
I'm committed
Till I Motherfucking get it
Get It
Get it
Get it
Uh
Bitch you better fucking get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
If you got hurt feelings
Imma trynna buy the building
I cost a ticket
I need hella digits
Bout my business
Cannot pivot on my mission
I'm committed
Till I Motherfucking get it
Get It
Get it
Get it
Uh
Bitch you better fucking get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
West side till I die
Yea yea
All that
Feel like Apollo Creed
Bumping that old "Diplomats"
Shorty like,
"Where you at?"
Baby I don't need a boost
A helping hand
Forbidden fruit
Brutus knife
Another vice
Or a night here wit you
That could lead to little me
Alter my destiny
I might make you "Billie Jean"
I just mean my pen is mean
Ballpoint
Catastrophe
Kill,practice Apathy
They observe a G
Peep game
Craft a strategy
Baby bring it back for me
Whistle while you roll my weed
Yin Yang
Twin flame
Balance beam
Won't ever let me leave my feet
Lean, slouch,
Or bend my knees
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
I go hard
Deserve a brake
Love your height
Shape & weight
Who know I like
Good liquor straight
Know that I am god adjace
Feel so good
When I'm welcomed back
And I rap
I'm pastor Ma$e
I might throw a rap parade
Bro I float a track a day
This made to make her ass shake
Make assests
Bring assholes a bad bitch
I thought that's established
I go hard till I'm calloused
My crown made of shrapnel
Who else this impactful
Stay low and get active
Feel like uncle Luke back in 95
Back that ass up like I'm taking over for '99
Every time
Ooooh
Hoppin out the whip I got a cup of sip
Stupid trippin' like the Feds ain't on a nigga hip
I got acid in my system I'm on rocket ships
The mix would make it obvious I'm tryin not to trip
See I'm mobbin in slick cut
Thin mints, purple punch,
Big bag, bigger blunts 10:4
I don't need no mentions
Imma do it cause I did it
Spend a thousand every minute I'll be out this bitch in thirty though
I ain't got no stiffy don't be silly
Twerking on a blicky
Burner on a hippy
Now she twerking gently
Shit be trippy
Che Che fucking with me
Nay nay kinda tricky
I confessed and now my ex is Chili
Throwing benjis
Aye
Shake that ass like I got Murphy with me Nelly feel me
Tippy drilly
Count this while I rollin up sensi
Hit manpoku mix the rice kimchi
In New Jersey like Paulie, Vinny
Hit manpoku mix the rice kimchi
When we in the city right
This ain't right place for you
If you got hurt feelings
Imma trynna buy the building
I cost a ticket
I need hella digits
Bout my business
Cannot pivot on my mission
I'm committed
Till I Motherfucking get it
Get It
Get it
Get it
Uh
Bitch you better fucking get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Credits
Writer(s): Germain Getfield
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