Git Up, Git Out!
Yeah
Hey
Yeah
Hey
I told all my niggas we gotta go get it boy stop all of that playing
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah hey, let's get to the money, let's run up them hundreds, the fuck is you saying
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah hey
Stop worrying about bitches and pussy ass niggas boy stick to the plan
Yeah
Hey
Aye bitch we gotta git up git out and git somethin
Bitch I wake up early and I sleep late
Gotta work hard cause I need cake
Tryna whip me up a
Classic tryna be great
My shades dark like Ray Charles, I can't see hate
Pussy ass nigga can't tell me shit if he ain't made none
Nigga tryna put me up on some game but he ain't played nun
Fuck all these niggas
I do this Shit here with my day ones
Hustle hard like ace hood til our day come
Man, I Can't take none of these bitches serious I got a four year old
And she come first up in my life so lil hoe know your role
I stun a bitch like I'm Steve Austin bitch you know I'm cold
Im sippin' spillin' through the village like I roll with Cole
I need My guap
I need my cash
I need my digits in
I need my pape
I need my money
I need my dividends
Got colors and lights inside my watch, feel like Ben Tennyson
Man this lil hoe get on my nerves give her a little ten to spin
Sometimes It feel like while talking God knowin i'm go sin again
This shit so cold, nigga stuck in the mud gotta get my timberlands
Was finna hit Bri but I ain't gonna cap, think i wanna hit kim again
I cum in her mouth, she spittin it Out just like some cinnamon
Why all these niggas be hatin on me, man? I don't
Get it
It is what it is, can't let a nigga knock me off my pivot
It was just me and my niggas, we was ridin round in that civic
Tryna run us up a Ticket, run us up a ticket
Fuck what these niggas talking, we ain't going for none
Stomp a nigga out in these lost and found ones
A-town getting too slimy so i'm riding round
With my gun
Thirty clip just ain't enough, now I ride around with my drum
Aye bitch, Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Watch who you playin wit
Watch who you playin wit
With? Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Watch who you playin wit
Watch who you playin wit
Yeah
Hey
Yeah
Hey
I told all my niggas we gotta go get it boy stop all of that playing
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah hey, let's get to the money, let's run up them hundreds, the fuck is you saying
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah hey
Stop worrying about bitches and pussy ass niggas boy stick to the plan
Yeah
Hey
Aye bitch we gotta git up git out and git somethin
Hey
Yeah
Hey
I told all my niggas we gotta go get it boy stop all of that playing
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah hey, let's get to the money, let's run up them hundreds, the fuck is you saying
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah hey
Stop worrying about bitches and pussy ass niggas boy stick to the plan
Yeah
Hey
Aye bitch we gotta git up git out and git somethin
Bitch I wake up early and I sleep late
Gotta work hard cause I need cake
Tryna whip me up a
Classic tryna be great
My shades dark like Ray Charles, I can't see hate
Pussy ass nigga can't tell me shit if he ain't made none
Nigga tryna put me up on some game but he ain't played nun
Fuck all these niggas
I do this Shit here with my day ones
Hustle hard like ace hood til our day come
Man, I Can't take none of these bitches serious I got a four year old
And she come first up in my life so lil hoe know your role
I stun a bitch like I'm Steve Austin bitch you know I'm cold
Im sippin' spillin' through the village like I roll with Cole
I need My guap
I need my cash
I need my digits in
I need my pape
I need my money
I need my dividends
Got colors and lights inside my watch, feel like Ben Tennyson
Man this lil hoe get on my nerves give her a little ten to spin
Sometimes It feel like while talking God knowin i'm go sin again
This shit so cold, nigga stuck in the mud gotta get my timberlands
Was finna hit Bri but I ain't gonna cap, think i wanna hit kim again
I cum in her mouth, she spittin it Out just like some cinnamon
Why all these niggas be hatin on me, man? I don't
Get it
It is what it is, can't let a nigga knock me off my pivot
It was just me and my niggas, we was ridin round in that civic
Tryna run us up a Ticket, run us up a ticket
Fuck what these niggas talking, we ain't going for none
Stomp a nigga out in these lost and found ones
A-town getting too slimy so i'm riding round
With my gun
Thirty clip just ain't enough, now I ride around with my drum
Aye bitch, Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Watch who you playin wit
Watch who you playin wit
With? Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Watch who you playin wit
Watch who you playin wit
Yeah
Hey
Yeah
Hey
I told all my niggas we gotta go get it boy stop all of that playing
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah hey, let's get to the money, let's run up them hundreds, the fuck is you saying
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah hey
Stop worrying about bitches and pussy ass niggas boy stick to the plan
Yeah
Hey
Aye bitch we gotta git up git out and git somethin
Credits
Writer(s): Demarcus Pollard
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