GETTIN' DAT ft. Brendon Tayler Lyrics

Man I walk on this beat like on water

I was drunk and I told her I love her

When I'm sober, I don't even want her

Tell the truth, man I can't even trust her

These hoes funny, they hit up your brothers

Come back act like they never did nothing

This game cold, let me walk on this beat

Shoutout Future, these hoes for the streets

Focus up cause they nothing to keep

Try to make me a mil every week

I jus' made a little something in my sleep

As I proceed to walk on this beat

Walk on this, walk on this, walk on this

Flossing, I'm saucing, I'm bossing up

Commas on commas, I'm counting up

It's piling up, piling up, piling up

Gettin' that guap

Gettin' that cash

Gettin' that swag

Gettin' that bag

Gettin' that, gettin' that, gettin' that

Gettin' that, gettin' that, gettin' that

Gettin' that, gettin' that, gettin' that

Gettin' that, gettin' that, gettin' that

Gettin' that, gettin' that, gettin' that

Gettin' that, gettin' that, gettin' that

Cuffing some baddies like motherfucking cops

She calling me daddy, I told her I'm God

She know I can buy her whatever she want

Yves Saint Laurent, I don't shop at the mall

Bitch you can hear by the way that I talk

I speak money, see it in my walk

Stopped sipping liquor and I don't touch wok

I jus' make money, still trapping hard

Shawty say she love me cause I'm fucking her for free

Shawty love my steez, she dripping cause she geeked

Do this shit with ease, I'm with a super freak

Look like Billie Eilish, groupie bitch like Billie Jean

Lil mama adore me

In the house like Cory

All these parties are boring

Y'all gon' have to afford me

I'm out here snoring

Sipping black like 40oz

Sitting back and recording while I smoke you like a Courtleigh

Big body riding around southside with gang

Stay in your lane, get the fuck out my way

Popping that molly, hit ToyToy with bae

Pink champagne make these bitches go crazy

New swag, all of these hoes outdated

New bag, can't even look 'less you pay me

Rocking so hard, you'd think this the 80's

Hop out that ghost like, mama I made it (Cassper)