Rome Fortune

Rome Fortune - Get That lyrics

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Feat. PeeWee Longway

(Hook)

Came up out the hood, whole crew, ink good

Er'body got a plate, real shit, we straight

Pull hundids from the back, all hundids in my pack

With the burk, nigga, smell good

Go ahead, let 'em hate! (fuck)

(Fuck, nigga, go get it, go get that)

(Go get that money) x4

(Verse)

I said too many verses, versus these niggas, they hurtin'

Painful demise they wish on me, so uncertain

Baby I'm dodgin' your bullets and these folks finna know

It's cool if you lookin' because my shit finna go

I said your co-sign ain't needed, now we done flow slow and speed it up

My reference over top but the guap is on me, you fucked

What we gon' do? Where we gon' be?

Incredible views and the most beautiful bees

And the most fragrant trees, but stay the lowest to keep

Can keep the most of the money that a chick said it stains

I got that itch, I'm a fiend, I'm a fiend for the stain

I need another motherfucking slice of your cheek

(Hook)

Came up out the hood, whole crew, ink good

Er'body got a plate, real shit, we straight

Pull hundids from the back, all hundids in my pack

With the burk, nigga, smell good

Go ahead, let 'em hate! (fuck)

(Fuck, nigga, go get it, go get that)

(Go get that money) x4

(Verse)

Yo, nigga, go get that money, chasin' the paper

Two bitches on my bunny

Straight out the trench, you bluebitchin' me

Aye, god, I trust I'mma shoot a hundid

Pill a tench o'chain, road runner

Thousand eight pounds in my muthafucka vault

Third of pasoline in my trunk

Got a bitch, whine struck, keep double seal

All the time I get the pay

Lil' Tessa had a quick jugga hash deal

Working deal with my motto for blue deals

And my nigga mobbin' like blue hills

Got the bands and the bricks, got two deals

How can I starve? Eat two meals?

My jealous for woman called me a fortune

Double on double on one bun

Who the fuck am I, Spendy Getch?!

Feve's in my arm, don't forget

Take yo lil' bitty bitch out fo' sex

Instead for tep to be lookin' at my tech

Neva seen a nigga like me

All these talk boys are bitches, please

I'm new at this, so I'll reiterate

All these new might aim business check

(Hook)

Came up out the hood, whole crew, ink good

Er'body got a plate, real shit, we straight

Pull hundids from the back, all hundids in my pack

With the burk, nigga, smell good

Go ahead, let 'em hate! (fuck)

(Fuck, nigga, go get it, go get that)

(Go get that money) x4

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