Get It Again lyrics

by

Trey Songz


[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Hey
Young Jefe
Cardo got wings
f*ck it up, get it again

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I'll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that sh*t fast
f*ck it up, get it again
f*ck it up, get it again
f*ck it up, get it again
We f*ck it up, f*ck it up, get it again
I'm here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
f*ck it up, get it again (yeah)
f*ck it up, get it again (f*ck it up)
f*ck it up, get it again
We f*ck it up, f*ck it up, get it again, yeah

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
She wanna f*ck with a boss
She cannot kick it with him
She wanna f*ck a big dog
I told her okay lil baby I'm him
Me and my n*ggas we ballin'
f*ck around, cut the net off of the rim (swish)
I f*ck around, f*ck her again (yeah)
Then I f*ck around, f*ck on her friends
They like who is them n*ggas right there?
I see all of them dressed in Monclers
I spent twenty bands on my ears (bling bling)
Goddamnit this sh*t is unfair (goddamn, goddamn)
Play with me n*gga, I dare
I highly advise you to stay over there
Got your lil b*tch and another lil b*tch and they all in my bed
We layin' on the spread
I am the Louboutin don
I'm passing my swag to my son
Big booty b*tch on my arm
She papi can we go to Milan?
I took that b*tch to Miami
Yeah and we stayed at The One
We had to live up on Sunday
I f*cked that b*tch off the Dom Perignon, uh
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I'll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that sh*t fast
f*ck it up, get it again
f*ck it up, get it again
f*ck it up, get it again
We f*ck it up, f*ck it up, get it again
I'm here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
f*ck it up, get it again (yeah)
f*ck it up, get it again (f*ck it up)
f*ck it up, get it again
We f*ck it up, f*ck it up, get it again, yeah

[Verse 2: Dave East]
I fell in love with the seats in the Wraith
My lawyer Jewish, I'm beating my case
Hundreds and fifties, we keeping it safe
You say you got pistols, I need 'em today
I don't feel safe if I ain't got a pipe
My homie just called me, they just gave him life
I'm tryna give 50K to his lawyer
I hope they appeal that sh*t like shakin' dice
f*ck up a check when I run up in Saks
My b*tch got my name tatted right on her ass
I used to bag up, go right to the ave
I ain't have no whip, I got right in the cab
Goin' for nothing, know I'm with the sh*t
I like to match up my gun with my fit
Shout out to Glizzy, know I got that glizzy
Got so many diamonds I look like a lick
So many b*tches I look like a pimp
We ordering lobster, don't forget the shrimp
Foreign, I gotta five percent the tint
Every day pray Allah forgive my sins
Young n*gga risk it all for a Benz
Ain't got no pal, I'm goin' to the pen
Baggin' the powder, blow it in the wind
I'm gon' get dollars, know I'm 'bout to spend
I gotta get money
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I'll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that sh*t fast
f*ck it up, get it again
f*ck it up, get it again
f*ck it up, get it again
We f*ck it up, f*ck it up, get it again
I'm here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
f*ck it up, get it again (yeah)
f*ck it up, get it again (f*ck it up)
f*ck it up, get it again
We f*ck it up, f*ck it up, get it again, yeah
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