Get It Lyrics

I'm in your

I'm in your

I'm in your city

Five bad bitches rolling with me

Big Bankroll

How you want it

All fifties

Fuck jet lag

I want the keys to the jag

Got him singing like Drake

I'm the best he ever had

Big body Benz, this no Chevy

Waist petite but that ass on heavy

Put it on him good

Now he screaming out Hefty

It's a four course meal better than moms spaghetti

You fucking with a rich bitch, no bap

You not making real money

Nigga that's cap

On top but I started from the bottom

Fuck his head up

Then forget him cause the money keep calling

Hold up

Show them how to get it

Show them how to get it

Damn right

I'm going to show them how to get it

Nails done, hair done, and the jeans mighty fitted

Where my bad bitches at

Birthday hair

In your birthday suit

Two bad bitches

It's a Birthday coupe

Mini skirt and ponytails like Penny Proud

Shaking ass on the beach

Girls gone wild

Pretty and sadity, with them ittyy-bitty titties

She's a ten in every city

Name a bitch that's fucking with me

I'll wait

I'm going to party like it's 1999

I'm a ten times nine nine nine

He like damn girl can you be mine

You a simp ass nigga

Hope that card don't decline

Show them how to get it

Show them how to get it

I'm going to show them how to get it

Nails done, hair done, and the jeans mighty fitted

Show stopper, drop that ass to the floor

Fly to his city, make the nigga pay for it

On a jet ski

Them cheeks showing

In the club VIP, bottle stay flowing

Pour the D'usse, and the Hennessy

Can't let a broke bitch get close to me

Bum in my presence call security

No weird hoes in my vicinity

Show them how to get it

Show them how to get it

Damn right, I'm going to show them how to get it

Nails done, hair done, and the jeans mighty fitted