Gimme That Lyrics

I got a lot of money cause you wanna be talking all this trash, you wanna do everything

Got a lot of money cause I'm up to pick your broken life

Yeah, yeah, matter of fact

Sayin' something caught you in the street

I'm on a beat you while you call me on a lock you neck

Caught you lacking in the streets

I'ma do something to you

You wanna be rapping all the stuff you think you're better than me

But you're really not

You wanna start a fight cause I'm not enough

You ain't really not

You really can't not

Raising canes, that's the biggest lie you could think about

You're a little fat pig who thinks about food

All you say is something that is talking all this trash

All I say is trash cause you're really trash

You say I'm trash

Boy, who you talking to

You're not a man

You think you're all man

You think you're really tough

That's all you can say

Papaya, yeah

You told me something, yeah

Let me give you something

Let me get you started

Let me get it started

Let me be the hit, the career

I'ma end the studio

Quit chillin' with the homies

Move who you wanna fight all night

You wanna do everything, yeah

Yeah

Name clever

Lucky number

Yeah

Lucky list

You wanna fight

Hard, hard

Going hard now

You fools wanna fight

Ooh, yeah

Yeah

Saying over and over

All you say is wanna fight all the handover

All you say is these things talking all this trash

Poop we got

Let it in

Let me get it started

Let me get it started

Let me lay you out

Before you come out to me and start hating

You wanna be haters

You're the first ever hater

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

In the house

Chili

California's cooking

Yeah

Yeah

All you fools wanna fight

Yeah

You

You wanna try that all day

Yeah

Let me get it started

Let me get it cooked

Let me get it started

Let me let it rip

I'm cooking right now

That's what I'm saying

You fools wanna fight

Going to school

Going to school every week

Yeah

Every time when I see you I get to the street

Going to the street like I always do

I'm riding my bike all around the street

Yeah

You wanna fight

Let's get it started

I won't beat you to pieces

Yeah

You wanna fight every time

Yeah

I got headphones on before I catch you

Yeah

When I'm talking on the street

Yeah

You getting lucky with all this stuff

I'm cold

Tell me what you talking about

I'm so cold

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

When I say everything

Yeah

Talking on the street

Saying he messes better

But he's really not

He's too short

Yeah

Talking about my heart

Boy, I'm just like that

Yeah

You're going

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah