Get It Lyrics

Addicted to money, I get it (Get)

Pull up on us and we sending shots right at his fitted, yeah

They talking shit but ain't done shit, we the ones did it, uh

Bitches be talking, that shit for the birds

I just leave that shit right for the pigeons

Yeah, lil S0K0, he straight from the mitten

Hop out, diamonds they popping, they hitting

I'ma lay back, man fuck it, I'm flipping

I'm making bands, I'm just making a living, uh, yeah

Hollow tip hit him right in the leg

Then he get to limping

You is a bitch, you going out sad

You going out simping

We really ran shit the fuck up, we getting them bands

And we done made it look easy

I pulled up and put yo lil bitch right up in a trance

You talking shit but you running

You scared of the hands

All my money fat, all my money dance

I don't got no plans besides run it up the most and make em look stupid

Once you get a bag, go head spend that shit just don't lose it

We just shit on him and now he sad, yeah, he going thought it

Never talk about no shit, don't brag, yeah, just go and do it

Yeah, run up this money, yeah

Run up the money the fast way, yeah

Bitch I'ma do what the bag say, yeah

I'ma put on for my (What)

Ima put on for my last name

Remember I showed up to class late

Now I'm richer than all my classmates

Talking that shit but you just looking stupid as fuck

I just pulled up in that big body truck, Bentley

Glocky on me got it tucked, semi

Big bro gone off the cup, not henny

Talking bout me, nah, what, you ain't ready

Hop in the coupe and stab off

Like a fucking machete

Big body SRT, this ain't no Chevy

We doing shit but we made it look easy

You can't get this for the freeski, nah

Yo bitch on me acting freaky, yeah

Cause she saw me on the TV, yeah

Talking like you want (Me)

Back then you said you ain't need me, nah

Now I put my wrist on Fiji

Drip hit off come get that squeegee

Addicted to money, I get it (Get)

Pull up on us and we sending shots right at his fitted, yeah

They talking shit but ain't done shit, we the ones did it, uh

Bitches be talking, that shit for the birds

I just leave that shit right for the pigeons

Yeah, lil S0K0, he straight from the mitten

Hop out, diamonds they popping, they hitting

I'ma lay back, man fuck it, I'm flipping

I'm making bands, I'm just making a living, uh, yeah

Hollow tip hit him right in the leg

Then he get to limping

You is a bitch, you going out sad

You going out simping

Act like you don't know

You say that you there but I can tell that you gon go

Ice all in my veins, you can tell that my heart cold

You left me out to bleed when I needed you the most

But I guess we cool, yeah, alright

Shit, I suppose

Cause I spend what you make in like thirty months on some clothes

Made a lot of money in the air is where it goes

She gon drown her fears in a bottle of Patrón

Worry bout yo life, cause in a second it be gone

Money off the backend, we get money off a phone

Some of y'all be ducking

Act like I don't know

First he lost his heart, then his mother fucking soul