I Get It lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Stepping off that Lear, diamonds on me so clear
Dime hoes that I share, y'all couldn't go near
I say, pus*y n*gga I dare, you try and reached and get aired
You f*ck around and get checked, doctor pump your chest like clear
Yea my n*ggas ball all year, y'all n*ggas so square (lame)
And all my n*ggas so live, why the f*ck would I care
When that Lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate, f*ck them, 'cause all them hoes gon' cheer
Yeah my mic life and my bike life got a bad b*tch and she type nice
'Cause I'm countin' green in my money machine, that b*tch sound like I typewrite
Hustle hard in that daytime but I ball off in that night life
My chain lit with them black stones, but they shine hard as yo white ice
'Cause yo' sh*t fake and yo sh*t late, no birthday but I get cake
Lame n*gga yo album ain't f*cking with my mixtape
n*gga smoking that Cali kush, that sh*t strong no lift weights
I tell n*ggas don't watch me while time tick on that big face

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Young n*gga I get it, young n*gga I get it
Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it
Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers
Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure
Young n*gga I get it, young n*gga I get it
Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it
Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers
Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Wake me up and I'm snoring, choking over whole gang of chains
She slept over the morning, a n*gga ain't good with this naming game
Ain't need you f*cking me over, pyramids on my pinky ring
And we dipping out, she pulling in, I guess she get the hang of things
So what up (what up), I told her shut the f*ck up
When I run my mouth diamonds falling out, I guess that b*tch done nut up
Crazy thing about it, her best friend is riding shotty
I knocked her down in her 'Rari, then drove off on Ducatti
Holy mother Mary, guess who hitting my Berry
A pair of double D's, I guess she out in Paris
Damn Tony them cantaloupes, f*ck about getting Mary
She said her ex was Larry, but f*ck that n*gga Larry
Damn this sh*t is scary, I thought I seen the fairy
f*cking with that white milk, just might call it dairy
Ride around just me and Meek, a couple dimes and that's 20
Sit behind while we pull around, we might blind with canaries

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Young n*gga I get it, young n*gga I get it
Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it
Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers
Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure
Young n*gga I get it, young n*gga I get it
Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it
Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers
Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure
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