Get It Lyrics

(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

(I'm getting money from Sunday to Monday)

(I'm getting money from Sunday to Monday)

(I got some money cuz I'm getting money)

(I got some money cuz I'm getting money)

(ugghhh)

I'm getting cheddar from Sunday to Monday

Haters gone hate because I'm getting money

Don't need a key cuz the whip got a button

I had nobody with me I came up on nun

I'm hotter than cake that came straight out the oven

Spending addiction got bread like a muffin

This designer coat I got straight out of London

I got baddies on baddies they come by the dozen

I just got a new Patek my wrist looking sunny

Yeah I swear I'm a nerd when I rap I go dummy

And my jewelry so cold that yo nose will start running

And the style they be rocking they got it from runit

And she sweet a gummy her coochie real yummy

I'm running the game even though I'm a younging

And them boys just bad business don't want nun from em

I been running this shit like I'm Harriet Tubman

If that boy want the smoke then it's up

I got the soda I sip with no lid on the cup

Spent two hun on a new Bentley truck

I call up the guys cuz I know that they gone pick it up

Them lil racks man that shit ain't enough

Niggas be popping that shit but they really on nun

And she love how I'm making her cum

Buddy got popped like a bottle I'm not talking rum

Like a dugout I got em on deck

My wrist like tsunami I got on a flooded Patek

Yeah I'm switching the lanes in the Vette

Just bought a new chain from a yeti got ice on my neck

And I'm tougher than bullet proof vest

I'm fly like bird, they know I'm the king of the nest

Like an ape ima beat on my chest

Money and fashion is something I don't gotta flex

Yeah I'm full of designer

I ain't no lil steppa I'm big like a dino

She couldn't take the dick now she walk with a waddle

Ima aim for stars, just like Aristotle

Ima ball like D Rose in his prime in Chicago

Go hard everyday you can't promise tomorrow

If I walk on the stage everybody gone holler

I'm smarter than ever, I still am a scholar

Go hop on a jet take a trip to Bahamas

You can't say you on top until you came from the bottom

The watch presidential my wrist on Obama

She want me for money I told the ho nada

Go splurge on some shit in Las Vegas, Nevada

I hop on the mic to get rid of the problems

She singing my name like she hang with Madana

I'm at where I'm at from my dad and my mama

And I love em to death and I promise

I'm getting cheddar from Sunday to Monday

Haters gone hate because I'm getting money

Don't need a key cuz the whip got a button

I had nobody with me I came up on nun

I'm hotter than cake that came straight out the oven

Spending addiction got bread like a muffin

This designer coat I got straight out of London

I got baddies on baddies they come by the dozen