Get It

Album: single release only (2018)
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  • Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Yeah)
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Oh yeah)
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Sick)
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Let's go)

    Dressed, ready to impress, fresh up in my Louis suit
    Step up in the cub, bitches line up ready to salute
    Let me squeeze your juicy fruit, Mamis call me Huey Newton
    Dapper like a cracker that's an act to gettin' movie loot
    Get on your mark and get set, ready, go
    Funny, but these niggas already know
    That we're knocking on microphones
    Just hadn't already shitted on niggas, miraculous flow
    Got niggas tryna reappear while the damage is low
    That's an emphatical "No"
    Slap him up, clap him up, bundle these niggas like packages
    Wrap 'em in bandages slow
    See a lot of bitches in they Humvee 4
    Coward niggas comin' in and we be flingin' the door
    Pause for a minute, then I peel a little slow
    Black, then I throw the West up at every hoe
    Why y'all other niggas money slow?
    Peep game, 'cause my money come retarded though
    This shit here be the anthem for all of my bitches
    And every one of my gangsters, yo, gangsters, yo

    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Yeah)
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Oh yeah)
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Sick)
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Aw, let's go, let's go)

    Pop to the pop drop, like a drop top
    Everybody lookin' when I step up in the spot
    See the way I rock? I'm hot, you not
    Everybody wanna clock, man, get off my jock
    Everybody know Misdemeanor don't stop
    And my records don't flop, got the game on lock
    Not tick tock, six carats in my watch
    Now, kiss my ass, haters, keep watch
    Get it, get it, money, money, I get it (Get it)
    Hundred grand in the club, I'll spend it (Spend it)
    You lose, you lose, and I'm winnin'
    Y'all lame doing nothing, know I been did it
    Don't come at all or ya better come with it
    Money in my bank be seven digits
    See me buy bottles with no cash limit
    Flow be tighter than skinny jeans fitted
    There is no competition, I are the one, no competition
    Lick a gyal, no competition
    When mi come through, tell the fool "Better run"
    Wanna battle me? Well, you a dum-dum
    Not Kelly, but I give her motivation
    My style you not takin', I'm Missy E, money makin'

    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Good)
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (So good)
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Sick)
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Here we go)

    Y'all niggas already know what it is
    Y'all niggas already know what I do
    Every time we step up in the spot
    Homie, I'ma take yo shine from you
    Homie, you ain't got the slightest clue
    Diamonds'll shine with the brightest blue
    Niggas had to throw that money how we throw it
    Funny, but they money on a diet, too
    I ain't even knew him, why they try it, boo
    'Cause I throw brass if a nigga tired
    Broke nigga leave until they gone, gone, gone
    Homie get a little inspired, too
    Preach shit 'til another amp is smokin'
    Spend til' I'm lookin' like a martian, floatin'
    That motherfucker's lookin' at me all weird
    Funny nigga, you ain't seen that God has spoken?
    It's like they turned the lights on, see the way we shine, bitch?
    You spend 'til your bread gone, we spend like it's a crime, bitch
    Homie, now throw that bread like you don't give a fuck
    Shawty, go 'head, bend over, pick that money up

    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Yeah)
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Oh yeah)
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Sick)
    Get it, get it, get it, get it
    Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' Writer/s: Karin Briscoe, Melissa Elliott, Shondrae Crawford, Trevor Smith
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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