Get To It Lyrics

I'm just trynna get to it

Get some money count it up

I'll run me up a mil still feel broke like I dont have enough

Stack up to the ceiling money taller than me standing up

Lotta rubber bands my hands full I cant dap you up

Bitches faking love that shit be whack as fuck

Give me my respect might have my love

But you still lacking trust

In da jungle snakes up in da grass

We eat rats for lunch

Leave a puddle way I'm dripping

I almost slip when I run

Fuck paying for pussy rather use that dough to feed me

I been on my grind they wonder why they haven't seen me

Call me EYEZ I Prolly seen it

Wont lie just do no speaking

Got no competition only me who I got beef with

Look up in the mirror just to get inspired

Way above the clouds they look up to me and see me getting higher

They like how

I been getting to it since a jit since a child

I been taking risks really blessed I'm still alive

I'm just trynna get to it

Get some money count it up

I'll run me up a mil still feel broke like I dont have enough

Stack up to the ceiling money taller than me standing up

Lotta rubber bands my hands full I cant dap you up

Bitches faking love that shit be whack as fuck

Give me my respect might have my love

But you still lacking trust

In da jungle snakes up in da grass

We eat rats for lunch

Leave a puddle way I'm dripping

I almost slip when I run

I'll get me some money and never have to show it

Bitches speaking on my name act like they know you

You don't know me

Really fake these bitches phony

For real I'm to real for these hoes

It almost feel like I rather be lonely

I'm just trynna get to it

Get some money count it up

I'll run me up a mil still feel broke like I dont have enough

Stack up to the ceiling money taller than me standing up

Lotta rubber bands my hands full I cant dap you up

Bitches faking love that shit be whack as fuck

Give me my respect might have my love

But you still lacking trust

In da jungle snakes up in da grass

We eat rats for lunch

Leave a puddle way I'm dripping

I almost slip when I run

I just wanna get to it

Get some money

Counting up keep it moving all the bitches love it

Yea I see em hating they ain't taking none from me

They just keep on talking I don't hear em way above em

I'm just trynna run it up

Make it double

Grinding hard forever

Cuz a mil just ain't enough

If they wanna sleep let em sleep I aint saying nun

Deep up in the streets feeding junkies but it ain't for fun

Buddy tried to hold the smoke in nearly lost a lung

That boy out here ratting he can't hold it in he cough it up

Moving up so quick like good luck stopping us

Ran me up some money and that shit gave me a rush

I'm just trynna get to it

Get some money count it up

I'll run me up a mil still feel broke like I dont have enough

Stack up to the ceiling money taller than me standing up

Lotta rubber bands my hands full I cant dap you up

Bitches faking love that shit be whack as fuck

Give me my respect might have my love

But you still lacking trust

In da jungle snakes up in da grass

We eat rats for lunch

Leave a puddle way I'm dripping

I almost slip when I run