"Gettin' Up" lyrics
(feat. MPA Wicced)
M-16
Makin' err dolla' count, nigga!
Good lookin' on the beat homie
Real street niggas, stand the fuck up!
Dis hard; We rock
Duke, you gotta catch him
This a soundtrack for ya'll lifestyle
(Ain't neva' gon let up)
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 fuck '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 fuck 'em-
And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin-
Ain't no way you gon' let up
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 dickies-
And blue chucks; Long as I got my racks up... -
Designer- I give two fucks; 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 bitches love it; Hell nah, I ain't doin' no cuffin'
Pussy, 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!
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 fuck '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 fuck 'em-
And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin-
Ain't no way you gon' let up
To the casino, boy, that bitch was sweatin', hot
It was snitchin', China man and the Olive Oyl bust the spot
Take 'em to the 'Honey Hole'; That bitch 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
Fuckin' bad bitches, takin' trips, out to islands
Money pilin'; It's a blessin' when I arrival
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 fuck '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 fuck 'em-
And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin-
Ain't no way you gon' let up
Makin' err dolla' count, nigga!
Good lookin' on the beat homie
Real street niggas, stand the fuck up!
Dis hard; We rock
Duke, you gotta catch him
This a soundtrack for ya'll lifestyle
(Ain't neva' gon let up)
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 fuck '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 fuck 'em-
And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin-
Ain't no way you gon' let up
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 dickies-
And blue chucks; Long as I got my racks up... -
Designer- I give two fucks; 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 bitches love it; Hell nah, I ain't doin' no cuffin'
Pussy, 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!
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 fuck '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 fuck 'em-
And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin-
Ain't no way you gon' let up
To the casino, boy, that bitch was sweatin', hot
It was snitchin', China man and the Olive Oyl bust the spot
Take 'em to the 'Honey Hole'; That bitch 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
Fuckin' bad bitches, takin' trips, out to islands
Money pilin'; It's a blessin' when I arrival
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 fuck '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 fuck 'em-
And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin-
Ain't no way you gon' let up
