Из альбома: Tru Life
featuring Gucci Mane
(Hook)
Get it back, get it back
Bitch I know I get it back.
Give a fuck about that little paper,
Cause I know I get it back.
Get it back, get it back
Bitch I know I get it back.
Give a fuck about that little paper,
Cause I know I get it back.
(Verse)
I got cash
Cash on fire
Cash on hand
Cash on deck.
Give me everything to the X
And I’ll twirls up
Up that wrecks.
Watch my stash
Where they jack
Me and tit
Back to back
And we run around
Spending each other’s pounds
Like I rather
We love how it sounds.
Shots out loud
So I’m low to the ground
Sitting like a snail
I’m close to the earth
Plays in my till
So I whole got to surf
I don’t have a rocket
This kid go to church
Finish doing dunk
In the club throwing racks
Go to the truck and I get it right back.
On to the breeze,
You can get it right now
Pull up to the track
I was going to the back
Grind up mess
With the trunk in the back
Grind in the front
So the trunk in the front
Sea stall cash
Yea for me to roll blunts
Stand in the front
Money pushed to a stretch.
Five grand just to see her dance,
Ten grand just to see her tits,
Pimp in the corner
And he smoking on it too.
Wayne on you
So you get it right back.
(Hook)
Get it back, get it back
Bitch I know I get it back.
Give a fuck about that little paper,
Cause I know I get it back.
Get it back, get it back
Bitch I know I get it back.
Give a fuck about that little paper,
Cause I know I get it back.
In the club throwing money,
Money run through me some racks.
Give a fuck about that little paper
I know I get it back.
Get it back, get it back
Bitch I know I get it back.
Give a fuck about that little paper
Cause I know I get it back.
(Verse)
Get it back, get it back
Yea you know I get it back.
Shawty say she want my name
So I buy that bitch a tat.
I walk in this bitch with racks
Tell him come and get this paper.
Yea my bitch is made in Asia
And I’m icy like a glacier.
Get your baby mama
Take her then make her.
You date her the fuck her
I fuck her then date her.
Everything is on the ‘up’
Like an elevator
Gucci Mane tell the boys
College ball can be cater.
Now go for the haters
Start with a few to savor.
Anyone with that Ferrari
Tell him meet me at bottom Vegas.
Got so many eggs,
I ain’t never seen my neighbors.
Niggers say they want a meal
I put money on the table.
(Hook)
Get it back, get it back
Bitch I know I get it back.
Give a fuck about that little paper,
Cause I know I get it back.
Get it back, get it back
Bitch I know I get it back.
Give a fuck about that little paper,
Cause I know I get it back.
In the club throwing money,
Money run through me some racks.
Give a fuck about that little paper
I know I get it back.
Get it back, get it back
Bitch I know I get it back.
Give a fuck about that little paper
Cause I know I get it back.