Get It Off Ya Chest lyrics

[Intro: Hit-Boy]
She gon' have to get that Half-A-Mil tatted...

[Refrain: Hit-Boy]
One hand on a whip
Just spend half a mil
Than I made it back
Made sure it's exact
Brought the party pack
Go 'head and crack the seal
Took that b*tch to dealer
And she wasted half the mill

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Yeah, I ran out of trust
n*ggas shooting loggs
Looking for that Mary J. Blige
Real love, real love, damn
Platinum skywalker in my lungs, uh
Seven minute trip to basement, 7K
Just put a new starter on my Chevrolet
This for my n*ggas out in Texas, watch 'em screw it
They say you a bop, but I been knew it
Like the soup, hot, yeah b*tch you blew it
HS87 patch on my jacket
Hall of fame, oh yeah, I'm on a ballad (ballad)
Yeah, and I play on [?]
In my 95 Air Maxes
Now, you won't catch me lacking
I send you n*ggas packing point
Meet her where the cash is
Duck them questions that you asking
Zoomin pendant dancin'
Diamonds doing choreography
My chain look like it got a leak
You ain't goin', than you got to leave
Inside of the whip, same color as the autumn leaves
You gotta lot to say, get it off your chest
I get a lotta paid, not a lot of rest
Lied to her face when I said "I ain't like the rest", damn
[Refrain: Hit-Boy & Dom Kennedy]
One hand on a whip
Just spend half a mil
Than I made it back
Made sure it's exact
Brought the party pack
Go 'head and crack the seal
Took that b*tch to dealer
And she wasted half the mill
Damn, man, she thick
Damn, man, she thick
Damn, man, she thick
She gon have to get that Half-A-Mil tatted

[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
I'm off this Earl Stevens
Am jumping in the deep end
I'm bout to cut my phone off
Don't call me when you need sh*t
Come see me if you need di*k
I'm supposed to leave today
Cabo San Lucas, when my baby mama need a break
You got a lot to say, get it off your chest
Half-A-Mil parties, them be rated triple X
When you see my name, just know you f*ckin' with the best
Short, thick and cute, that's a real n*gga request
And I ran out of trust, my b*tch is looking nuts
She ain't getting a ride home, sh*t, you can hit the bucket
You n*ggas trick too much, I just switch it up
She stuntin' on the internet, waiting on the DM
Y'all n*ggas play basketball, b*tch I am a GM
Captain of the whole team, shooters in the whole thing
OPM, gold rings, I might suck her toes clean
Tequila with the crystal, faded like it's codeine
[Refrain: Hit-Boy & Dom Kennedy]
One hand on a whip
Just spend half a mil
Than I made it back
Made sure it's exact
Brought the party pack
Go 'head and crack the seal
Took that b*tch to dealer
And she wasted half the mill
Damn, man, she thick
Damn, man, she thick
Damn, man, she thick
She gon have to get that Half-A-Mil tatted

[Outro: Dom Kennedy]
She gon have to get that Half-A-Mil tatted...