Get On Up (Intro) Lyrics

It's now or never

Always could do better

Here goes the effort

Imma make em til I feel better

It's now or never

Always could do better

Here goes the effort

Imma make em til I feel better

A boogie with the hoodie got the bag on me

Nuggets everywhere I go I'm Johnny WeedSeed

On the road lookin like I came from green city

Tail pipe screaming Fuck you come and get me

Burn the 214 and that's for Uncle Sam

Check marking money turned me to a different man

Shaking hands and shaking pockets always been my plan

She do what I say like we playing Simon says

Always got her hand out wanting access

If I can't grab her booty she can't touch my assets

Only love racks that don't fit in rubber bands

Counting money I could another use another set of hands

A few assistants giving me assistance getting more assistance just cause I can

And won't nobody say a thing when the fat lady sing

And this big hand cannon Aunt Bam

Bitch you better

Get on up in them Bands

Imma make it til I feel better

Imma make em til I feel better

Crazy work be working my mans

Bitch I'm sayin

Waiting to go super

We can Go 10 these kids can't do it

Money brings munitions you don't get it then you're stupid

Bro nem said I gotchu I said Tory Lanes

I been making moves you ain't see it aw you played

Imma bust your ass like we in a game of spades

He say the same thang everybody done said it

Waiting for the end like the scene after the credits

Watch what you spreadin

Hates not my message

I just keep a tool so I keep good leverage

Time is money why work against it?

I been on the clock Imma tell you again

Bitch you better

Get on up in them Bands

Imma make it til I feel better

Imma make 'em til I feel better

Crazy work be working my man's

Bitch you better

Get on up in them Bands

Imma make it til I feel better

Imma make 'em til I feel better

Crazy work be working my man's

Bitch you better

Bust it down spin around for them hundreds

Got a bitch so bad and she in love with the gunners

Got a ass so fat that she gets from her mother

And she love me but she know I'll have another by the end of the summer yuh

Im a asshole but I stay clean

She callin me a dick but bitch I'm big black & mean

Hoe you know what you been after

All yo homies been trappers

And you over here worried bout a gram

Hoe you better get on up in them bands

Have the Berry in the bushes at your granny crib

I know a place in Necedah we gone take a trip

Lo riding in the whip like we stole the shit

Making new waves in this ocean like I'm Moses

Fading in and out off the beans but I ain't dosing Them bitches got me beaming in a beater

Having dreams of 2 seater

Steady lookin in the mirror

Hoping I can use my heater

Throwing up them bands

Callin shots like I work in ballistics

Gold fangs yea that boy feelin vicious

Got a bae got a boo got a mistress

I like bitches that got bitches that got bitches

X man Got the power and the riches

Like this Xavier's mic for the gifted

XTC got the aux lifted like it's prescription

Bitch you better

Get on up in them Bands

Imma make it til I feel better

Imma make 'em til I feel better

Crazy work be working my man's

Bitch you better

Get on up in them Bands

Imma make it til I feel better

Imma make 'em til I feel better

Crazy work be working my man's

Bitch you better