Still Get It lyrics

[Verse 1 ?]
Sliding in that two door coupe with the missing roof
Me and [?], I ain't coaching games when I tell them shoot
Yeah, b*tch, I'm from the red zone, but the [?] blue
Probably can't f*ck her off these Trues, but the ice will do
b*tch, I need that straight drop molly, move if you ain't got it
Took my b*tch for Gucci, Louis, Prada, she a shopaholic
If I ain't no Eastside n*gga, what the f*ck you call it?
Put the re-up money to the side, and just [?] the profit
I'm the best sh*t that's happen in a long time
If hoes had to wait to suck my di*k, it'd be a long line
Na, I let them do it right now, call it on time
And if your Rollie tick tock, boy, you on the wrong time
Microwave Man, telling them that we ain't f*cking with us
Walk in smelling like loud, like them onions with us
[?] in this b*tch, so them gunners with us
[?] I see [?], yeah, they running with us

[Chorus ?]
It's money on the floor, I'ma come get it
I ain't worried 'bout no hoes, I'm a real n*gga
Shout out to my day one n*ggas, 'cause I'm still with them
Shout out all you hating ass n*ggas, 'cause I still get it
It's money on the floor, I'ma come get it
I ain't worried 'bout no hoes, I'm a real n*gga
Shout out to my day one n*ggas, 'cause I'm still with them
Shout out all you hating ass n*ggas, 'cause I still get it
[Verse 2: Peezy]
Can't f*ck with us and they know it, they jealous[?]
Get one of you lil n*ggas sparked for 'bout 1100
I ain't even going to the store without that metal on me
40 with a 30 in that b*tch, that's for whoever want it
7 bands on me, I can blow it, don't give a f*ck
Hit the club tonight, it's going down for getting it up
[?] in my black [?] riding round, my city plugged
Tell me what these lil n*ggas buying and who they getting it from
Eastside n*gga, b*tch, on the west with it
And I got the biggest bag, so come invest with me
Heard your n*gga ran off, and hit the [?] with it
Tell him pay what he oh, and that's his best interest
Try me, n*gga, get popped, I ride around strapped
Plug with that dog food, my out of town cats
Free my n*gga Icewear, and that's a fact
Chopper with the knife on it, that's for you fat n*ggas
b*tch

[Chorus ?]
It's money on the floor, I'ma come get it
I ain't worried 'bout no hoes, I'm a real n*gga
Shout out to my day one n*ggas, 'cause I'm still with them
Shout out all you hating ass n*ggas, 'cause I still get it
It's money on the floor, I'ma come get it
I ain't worried 'bout no hoes, I'm a real n*gga
Shout out to my day one n*ggas, 'cause I'm still with them
Shout out all you hating ass n*ggas, 'cause I still get it
[Verse 3 ?]
[?]
448 every day, n*gga, without a spot
Lames always tryna be something that they really not
Me, I play all positions, good in every spot
Never fought my way to the top, sh*t, I just grabbed the Glock
c*cked back, aim and squeezed, never missed a shot
Born with an 8th and a half, I never touched the rocks
In the jects, just me and Face, on money, yeah, we plot
Two choppers, one pittbull, looking for a flight
Bad b*tch, [?] pass, I got a Cali flight
Heard that the n*ggas fell off, don't believe the hype
If I pick the iPhone up, they gone on sight
Right now, I'm [?] block chilling
It's the afternoon, but this morning, made a killing
All breakdowns, yeah, b*tch, I got the crown
[?] road, yeah, it go down

[Chorus ?]
It's money on the floor, I'ma come get it
I ain't worried 'bout no hoes, I'm a real n*gga
Shout out to my day one n*ggas, 'cause I'm still with them
Shout out all you hating ass n*ggas, 'cause I still get it
It's money on the floor, I'ma come get it
I ain't worried 'bout no hoes, I'm a real n*gga
Shout out to my day one n*ggas, 'cause I'm still with them
Shout out all you hating ass n*ggas, 'cause I still get it
[Verse 4 ?]
[?] n*gga, b*tch, on the east with it
n*ggas might f*ck with that work, but I'm a beast with it
Hit the kitchen, do my thing, then hit the streets with it
Yeah, I got cocaine, [?] for a sweet ticket
Got a sale for a hundred grams right now
And I can show your ass a hundred bands right now
Real life street n*gga, only run street sh*t
Fishscale everywhere, make a n*gga seasick
I'ma pick my n*gga up, if he ever down
Teach him how to tread water, so he'll never drown
Smash off in my coupe, like Batman
[?] so skinny, look like I got a [?] man
'm getting money, you can tell by my charm
25 on that, another on my arm
I got family on the east, I went to [?]
Them burners in the red zone, get your ass a century

[Chorus ?]
It's money on the floor, I'ma come get it
I ain't worried 'bout no hoes, I'm a real n*gga
Shout out to my day one n*ggas, 'cause I'm still with them
Shout out all you hating ass n*ggas, 'cause I still get it
It's money on the floor, I'ma come get it
I ain't worried 'bout no hoes, I'm a real n*gga
Shout out to my day one n*ggas, 'cause I'm still with them
Shout out all you hating ass n*ggas, 'cause I still get it