"Get Left" lyrics

[G-Eazy:]
You know
Celine suits and boots
Gimme the loose, hmph
Yeah

A champagne toast and a tux, so classy
Parties at the castle, I'm a real life Gatsby
She said "I love your voice, it sounds so raspy"
I whispered in her ear, the rest happened so fastly
Real good girl but to me she's so nasty
I won't kiss and tell, thought I told you don't ask me
I'm chill now, don't ask me
All I can say is I made her body so happy
From the Bay that's why this game was acquired
Until I moved out to the NO, soaked it up, got inspired
I chased what I want, got everything I desired
I go for days on end, I swear, I never get tired, let's go

[Anjelika "Jelly" Joseph (G-Eazy):]
Ooh, my back achin' (Ahaha) from all this wagon that I'm draggin' (Go on)
And yeah, my little feet hurt (I feel you, baby)
'Cause (Sheesh) I've been running through your mind all day (Ayy, ayy)
You better get right (Yee) or you gon' get left
You better get right or you gon' get left (Yee)
You better get right or (Ahaha) you gon' get left
I got a line on block and if we needin' time (Oh)
[?] miss your shot, babe

[G-Eazy:]
Been working all night, yeah, alright, yeah
Body looking right, yeah, it's nice, yeah
I'm the fuckin' Joker, a nightmare
Bathroom sex, I'ma fuck you right there
No rubbers on me, had to roll the dice, yeah
Already did it so I ran it twice, yeah
What's one more time, we already right here
Life is a gamble and my luck is nice, yeah
Bad influence, don't take my advice, yeah
Demon hours going up until it's light, yeah
Sun coming up, what the fuck is life, yeah
You're lying through your teeth if I'm not your type, yeah

[Anjelika "Jelly" Joseph:]
Ooh, my back achin' from all this wagon that I'm draggin'
And yeah, my little feet hurt
'Cause I've been running through your mind all day
You better get right or you gon' get left
You better get right or you gon' get left
You better get right or you gon' get left
I got a line on block and if we needin' time
[?] miss your shot, babe

Come on now
I got the finest motherfuckers, the finest hoes, the finest bitches
The biggest jewelry, the biggest cars, the biggest houses
If you wanna come to my bar you better drink something
We ain't doing nothing light in here
And if it's a little smoke, then go ahead and light it up
And, shit, twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
(What we doin', Apex?)