Go Getta

(Dollars) Yeah

Hold up, Booke, where you at?

I'm in the 'yo, pull up, bro

Hold up, hold up, hold up, where you at?

I'm at the studio, bro, pull up

I let my homies air ya out

Like a car that's been sittin' for seven days

Yeah, and you can split the money seven ways

Or, let them strip you like you work at Blaze, ooh

Ray Bans, dark shades

Yeah, purple syrup, call it pink lemonade

I'm paid and I sip syrup all day

It's my sport, you should call it Leanoray

Orange and purple, it's wings day

Kush sprayed with finger spray

Nigga, I'm a junky, you niggas minor racks

I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that

I never ran from jack

If you make me run, shit, I'm back, uhhh

Ear piece is too cold, my neckpiece ridiculous

Ooh, my ring get me barking like it been frost bitten

I be gettin' bitches while you couch sittin'

You niggas soft as mitten, don't make me pay a visit

See, I be in the kitchen, rappin' and pitchin'

You know I gotta keep the smell down, vacuum city

You broke like a old elbow, you can't pay attention

See I be in the trenches pay rent and the bitches

Franklin steady knocking and I'm like, "Who is it?"

I let 'em right on in, now, why would I sing them all?

You can ask your girlfriend, this money don't bend

I got the more hundreds, I ain't got them ones in

Oneway gettin' in and out this whip, this ain't no photo

And two nines stay with me, Rondo and Romo

Thug, fuck what they talkin' 'bout, holmes got out too quick

Follow my footsteps, better step over all the shit that I kick

Uh, where the Lysol?

Need a kickstand in the booth 'cause I been sippin'

So I might fall (Hold up)

Got my whites on and just sound like a motherfucker (Damn)

Turn the lights off (Yeah)

Boss shit, take a loss get it right back

Yeah, tax write off

Fuck nigga, nah, we don't like ya'll

Damn, I'm a problem, can't solve me

I'm fly as a bitch no fly me more

Fake barbers tryna condone me

Nah, not happenin'

But we foldin' niggas like napkins

No round of applause, we clappin'

This Flya again what's crackin' nigga

Yeah, thank you, thank you gentlemen, let me take that

Money is all I think about, I'm in love with that

Hunnids is all I'm bangin' on, I'm in love with cats

Money is all I'm talkin' now, now, where Franklin at?

I'm bout kick in the prison like take Franklin at

Juney, they say you snitch, nigga, what's up with that?

You homie, but my crew say you gotta go with that

You pissin' and shittin' on yourself, nigga, you wrong for that

And yeah, we, we from the sewer, but we don't fuck with rats

Ayy, and if I ran from you, nigga, I don't fuck with crack

What up, crap?

OG Poppin', nigga

Ayy, freaky say fuck what they say, that nigga out too quick

And I'm like freaky nigga go ahead with that bullshit

'Cause both, both of ya'll nigga hard

Both of y'all got famous cliques

So let, let's get that rap money, fuck them bricks

Uh, got stripes every day, it's zebra day

Uh, and if they play, let ninas spray

I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that

I never ran from jack

I mean they made me run but I'm back, uhh