J.R. Writer - Go Get It feat. Jim Jones & TWO lyrics

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Hey, respect, respect

They'll be your aura crazy

I'm talking tasty

..Nina is a gorgeous lady!

Lil diva, once I meet her, is for sure we're swazy

ON our way to La Marina like I joined the navy

With the bottles at this naughty little models

I'm trying to get you out in here, so I can get inside of that!

I'm a mac, on top of that, my pocket is fat

I ain't got no time to nap, baby we ain't saw me yet

I'm .. till I make a billy (for what?)

But I'll take a milly

A bunch of... with me like I'm from the state of Philly

Really, really, I'll be really in the streets

Mommy know I've been a beast

I don't tend to skip a B!

Two clubs, one night, nothing but trouble

Just so I could stunt twice, I will stunt double

Yeah, I step up in and shout them welcome back

While we're stepping on the couch, is like a fucking welcome at

Chorus:

You're about your paper, go get it

Match your cars to go with it

Right here holler "we get it",

cause them kicks and bicthes that's with it

Rolex on your wrist, watch the flex on your bitch

Couple shots you're throwing back

Now I'm on, she gone she hit it

See you're rich, nigga, go get it!

Match your cars to go with it

Right here holler "we get it",

cause them kicks and bicthes that's with it

Rolex on your wrist, watch the flex on your bitch

Couple shots you're throwing back

Now I'm on, she gone she hit it

We're falling ...

His team about the realer, my Gs and my towns

I'm about to hit the jeweler

Told them freeze off the Lambs

And get.. roof feel that breeze from the wind

She sure liking this, put that forty on her wrist

That bitch tell the time, but it sure don't tick

Fuck that bitch one time, now she's all on my dick

Fuck them bitches one time, got that forty over here

So pardon me if I'm vain! Part of me is insane!

Part of me is still a part of Bs like all the reasons in vain

Pardon me, that... isn't got...

There's a part of me...

We got the... years of fame!

My life on the camera, so you fuck boys to see

My wife bought a ghost, three hundred bucks for the V

So where you wanna go now? How you wanna go with it?

Till you.. I tell your wife you gonna go get it, bitch!

Chorus:

You're about your paper, go get it

Match your cars to go with it

Right here holler "we get it",

cause them kicks and bicthes that's with it

Rolex on your wrist, watch the flex on your bitch

Couple shots you're throwing back

Now I'm on, she gone she hit it

See you're rich, nigga, go get it!

Match your cars to go with it

Right here holler "we get it",

cause them kicks and bicthes that's with it

Rolex on your wrist, watch the flex on your bitch

Couple shots you're throwing back

Now I'm on, she gone she hit it