"Get It" lyrics
"Get It"
(feat. Rocko & DJ X-Rated)
X-Rated, if only broke niggas were rich, nigga
Let it, y'all scoop that last money up, goddamn
Let the rich niggas come in
We been doin' this shit
Matter fact, bring him eighty-five thousand
Ayo, Rocko, talk to 'em
Keep your millions of follows, want millions of dollars
Ain't talkin' 'bout Instagram, talkin' 'bout instant grams (Say it)
Fuckin' with oven top, sodas, and beakers, I rock it up, sack it up, serve it to geekers (Wholesale)
Switch up my hustle, I motivate speakers, streets love me faithfully, bumping the speakers
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, JD, hold up
Man, fuck this, man, Rocko say bring him eighty-five thousand
First of all, bring this man whatever the fuck he want
Run the song back, fuck that, it's a documentary
Start it over, X-Rated, goddamnit, we in Magic City, bitch
Oh, we talkin' 'bout the who's who
We talkin' 'bout Martin Luther King, Coca-Cola
Magic City
Yo, Rocko
Yo, give 'em that fuckin' ATL shit
Keep your millions of follows, want millions of dollars
Ain't talkin' 'bout Instagram, talkin' 'bout instant grams
Fuckin' with oven top, sodas, and beakers, I rock it up, sack it up, serve it to geekers (Keep goin')
Switch up my hustle, I motivate speakers (Switch it), streets love me faithfully, bumping the speakers (Street)
Know some are lonesome, I tell 'em stay eager, no gossip, straight gospel, they say I'm they preacher (Ayy)
Love me or hate me, nobody stoppin' me
Ridin' with that broom, nobody moppin' me
Bought a new property, playin' Monopoly
Seventy-fifth floor, nobody toppin' me (Yes)
Life of a G, roll a zip of that broccoli
Focus on quantity, I'm 'bout that quality
Hustle the policy, pockets on sloppily
Walkin' in wobbly, parkin' it properly
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors (Nah)
Freak too expensive, I couldn't even afford it
All day, all night on my grind, go retarded
Wan' fuck my cameraman, tell him record it
Your mission ain't money, that mission aborted
That shit be annoying, that shit ain't important
Whips be imported, I'm headed to Magic
I'm police-escorted, the hundreds, I ordered it
Where the cash at? (Get it)
Go and grab that (Get it)
I got a duffle bag (Get it)
She got a trash bag (Get it)
Get it, get it (Uh), get it, get it (Uh)
Get it, get it (Uh), get it, get it (Uh)
Where the cash at? (Get it)
Go and grab that (Get it)
I got a duffle bag (Get it)
She got a trash bag (Get it)
Get it, get it (Uh), get it, get it (Uh)
Get it, get it (Uh), get it, get it
Accept Cash App (Get it)
I got PayPal (Get it)
I got Venmo (Get it)
Hurry, say more (Uh)
I got Bitcoin (Get it)
I got Apple Pay (Get it)
I got Zelle too (Get it)
Get money every way, hey
Get it, get it (Uh), get it, get it (Uh)
Get it, get it (Uh), get it, get it (Uh)
Get it, get it (Uh), get it, get it (Uh)
Get it, get it (Uh), get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
- AZLyrics
- J
- Jermaine Dupri Lyrics
album:
"Magic City" (2025)
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