Get It Back

Get it back, get it back

Bitch, I know I get it back

Give a fuck bout that little paper

Cause I know I get it back

I got cash, cash on fire

Cash on hand, cash on deck

Give me everything 3 X

And all 12's up off that rack

Wash my stash with Ajax

Me and Tit, back to back

And we ridin' around, smoking Kush by the pound

Like how it ride but we love how it sound

Drop-top Lam so low to the ground

Just like a snail, I'm close to the earth

Waves on my temp, so a ho gotta surf

Hollering rock - when you're scared, go to church

Me and Slim Dunk in the club throwing racks

Go into the trap and I get it right back

Want 10 bricks? You can get it right now

Pull to the trap house, come to the back

Riding domestic with the trunk in the back

Riding in a foreign, so the trunk in the front

Sixty thousand cash just for me to roll blunts

Standing in front, blowing kush through her dress

Five grand just to see her dance

Ten grand just to see her tats

Jump in the corner and he smoking on her clit

Waiting on you, so he get it right back

In the club, throwin' money

I done run through me some racks

Give a fuck bout 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 bout that little paper

Cause I know I get it back

Get it back, get it back

Yeah, you know I get it back

Shorty say she want my name

So I bought that bitch a tat

I walk in this bitch with racks

Tell them, come and get this paper

Yeah, my bitch is made in Asia

And I'm icy like a glacier

Get your baby momma

Take her then make her

You date her, then fuck her

I fuck her, then date her

Everything is on the up

Like a elevator

Gucci Mane and Tity Boi

College Park and Decatur

Now I do it for the haters

Started with a Buick LeSabre

Ended with that Ferrari

Tell me, meet me up out in Vegas

Got so many acres

I don't ever see my neighbors

Niggas say they want a mil

I put money on the table