GETTIN IT (feat. Dommioso)

I gotta bag he gotta bag but he ain't that rich Stayin out the mix it ain't no thing to go and flip a brick Everybody eating that's why we posted up at Ruth's Chris Steak and lobster got me looking chubby in these new fits Who dis? Pop out! Two blicks chops out Fendi if we dropped out We chasing money you chasing clout This a tesla won't gas out Pill time better shut yo mouth Mask up don't make no sound Scope it out see what's around My people scamming your people that ain't my problem Take up with them but if it's war ima stand behind em' Point em' out we gon find em' Dip the block we leave behind em' Im with the gang they right beside me They takin chains we still go sliding Tryna put a M ina stash house Whip the BMW like a Honda finna crash out Spend a whole 10 like the goal was just to cash out Count count count till I pass out She count it while I lash out J's on my feet im starting to feel like Jerry Stackhouse Back in high school teachers said I was a class clown Stunting on them niggas I don't even remember what class about Haha bitch! Yall so irrelevant Kicking with my niggas getting bitches my only memory Putting that gas in the air and now they smelling it You can't compete with this heat boy ima veteran Tryna keep the hoes out the party f*ck it let em' in She gon throw it back n' f*ck it up all for the benjamins We gon stack it up do it again n' keep on spending it Have you been lacking a backend boy that's treacherous Shawty be loving all the action you know we getting lit Everybody round' me part the mob bitch we spinning it Plug money yo girl eat it up like is licorice How the money make her love me more than the liquor did Kenny the Henny on me bitch we killing it Pour it her mouth we going up n' now she spilling Drunk sex she be tryna cuff ima dip again Dumb bitch sucking on the blunt why you lipping it Young nigga tryna run it up bitch im getting it