Get It In (Outro) Lyrics

YOP, Duh, cmon

I never need a bitch cuz my money keep me company

riding 5% with a roll, they can't fuck with me

All my yeas got money too, I don't fuck with leeches

Boy, it's not the same, pape my roll, change like the seasons

OT, John Wick, I'm using different tactics

Ballin' like a maverick, oh they ain't know, boy, this dude magic

I flip bags in yeahs, they both acrobatic

Point OT to the money, I ain't think about fashion

How you mad yo bitch going, nigga, you just tender

Serving people just what they need, they ain't know I'm a vendor

I'll die by my respect, I'll never surrender

Cuz got that boy and girl in, nigga, pick your gender

She say I'm having, tryna move fast like Mopar

Don't know the name of the restaurant, I just ordered caviar

Pulled her string, now I'm playing with her like a guitar

She like the way I feel her in, she my lil' fig bar

Now let's get back to this money

Stackin' the Jacksons, you still listen to Benz

Money Mitch, I'm broke, baby, no, this not pretend

This my first time jeffing, cuz they know I get it in

grab, my favorite six, hit it with a jab, then with a hook

Man, I'm stacking long cheese this shit heavier than a book

Do my dirt, in silence OT, a sneaky crook

They thought I was gon' stay down, so they ass overlooked

LLOT