Gettin’ Up lyrics

[Intro: Peewee Longway & DJ Scream]
M-16
Makin' err dolla' count, n*gga!
Good lookin' on the beat homie
Real street n*ggas, stand the f*ck up!
Dis hard; We rock
Duke, you gotta catch him
This a soundtrack for ya'll lifestyle
(Ain't neva' gon let up)

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
Stay down on your ten; It's comin', just put it up
The empire around you, ya' gotta just build it up
When it come down to get paper, he know it's never enough
Designer all your 'ttire; It come when you 'Gettin' it up'
These boujee hoes, we don't cuff em; We f*ck 'em-
And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin-
Ain't no way you gon' let up
These boujee hoes, we don't cuff em; We f*ck 'em-
And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin-
Ain't no way you gon' let up

[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
Johh bricks, dat was my empire
--Founded section and the big buck
Hell nah, I ain't gon let up; 2, 4, 5 to a 'brick'- up
I do drop off's and pick up's; In blue di*kies-
And blue chucks; Long as I got my racks up...-
Designer-- I give two f*cks; Rats, I know you smell cheese
FN, it close, on tuck; Boujee and Rat da same thing...
All yo' hoes love dem Forgi's; Racks in my G-Star Jeans
Ferragamo, my buckle; I wouldn't tell you no lie...
All the foreign b*tches love it; Hell nah, I ain't doin' no cuffin'
pus*y, bust it for the homie; It's a pleasure switchin' foreigners
-But to be right here is a honor; I'm the plug of- gas, marijuana
Came from the bottom; Hit hard, move silent
Yeah, I made a lot profit; Cash!
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
Stay down on your ten; It's comin', just put it up
The empire around you, ya' gotta just build it up
When it come down to get paper, he know it's never enough
Designer all your 'ttire; It come when you 'Gettin' it up'
These boujee hoes, we don't cuff em; We f*ck 'em-
And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin-
Ain't no way you gon' let up
These boujee hoes, we don't cuff em; We f*ck 'em-
And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin-
Ain't no way you gon' let up

[Verse 2: MPA Wicced]
To the casino, boy, that b*tch was sweatin', hot
It was snitchin', China man and the Olive Oyl bust the spot
Take 'em to the 'Honey Hole'; That b*tch was on fire
-They was pitchin'; Paul McGuire (R.I.P)
Flippin' ounce of powder, tryna' build a empire
Fast forward... Now we workin' with ten houses
f*ckin' bad b*tches, takin' trips, out to islands
Money pilin'; It's a blessin' when I arrival

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
Stay down on your ten; It's comin', just put it up
The empire around you, ya' gotta just build it up
When it come down to get paper, he know it's never enough
Designer all your 'ttire; It come when you 'Gettin' it up'
These boujee hoes, we don't cuff em; We f*ck 'em-
And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin-
Ain't no way you gon' let up
These boujee hoes, we don't cuff em; We f*ck 'em-
And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin-
Ain't no way you gon' let up