j.j. carr gotta get it (feat. city 3000) şarkı sözleri

Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it Ain't a thing more important Imma die 'bout that money When it call, can't ignore it If it call, bitch I'm on it like Uh, yea, we gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it I been so focused, I swear I can't stop it, nobody is on what I'm on I'm playin' chess, while y'all playin' checkers, jumpin' over y'all like some pawns I swear I'm swagged out, we poppin' tags now, I'm lookin' fly like it's prom Youngest one reppin', my city ain't frettin', put swangas up on an Aston I came from nothin' but now man I'm on All on my lonely, I came up, that's bond Haters on dick, they love to hop on I'll break your girl's heart, they should call me Shawn Throw a mill on her ass like I am Von I don't f*ck with rats, my name ain't Ron What I do ain't possible, ain't been done Came from the trenches and look where I've gone Get the bag, we retrieving it Like there's mothafuckin' trees in it Roddy Ricch, every season and Tony Chachere's how we be lit Got the Hellcat screechin' and You won't understand the reasoning (Hol' Up!) Nah, you won't understand the reason Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it Ain't a thing more important Imma die 'bout that money When it call, can't ignore it If it call, bitch I'm on it like Uh, yea, we gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it Some niggas live on the net, me, I'm up chasin' a check Text her "I'm back in my act", bet that hoe hate me for that Hop off a jet to a bag I don't know shit 'bout jet lag My patna died bangin' a flag F*ck around die 'bout this bag Damnit you heard what I said Dreads hangin' low like a muhfuckin' Fugee I'm in the sticks where I'm muhfuckin' gucci I wear the Virgil with muhfuckin' Gucci Now name a nigga that could do it For the bread, I'll do ya 'Member 'bout them nights I only had the noodles That shit keep me up at night when nigga's droolin' Man I can't see myself losin' like Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it Ain't a thing more important Imma die 'bout that money When it call, can't ignore it If it call, bitch I'm on it like Uh, yea, we gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it Uh, yea, we gotta get it We gotta get it
Sanatçı: J.J. Carr
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