Get It Ya Bish Lyrics

(Hook x2)
Uh damn, my niggas tryna get it
Uh damn, my niggas tryna get it
Uh damn, my niggas tryna get it
They get it, they get it, they get it

(Verse)
My cup muddy like the Everglades
My paper thicker than the yellow pages
I been getting money for some ages
And only broke people got time for hatin
You come in, no codeine
Well let me give you a demonstration
I'm mixin up that drank like a DJ at the radio station
Got that swisha packed like luggage on a vacation
Smoking leafs, ain't no wakin,
I have circle breakfast, no bacon
I ain't tryna stunt but I get money into nations
Some much medicin from my doctor
I swear I'm his favorite pacient
You'd be tryna meet me you gon need a recommendation
My family stick together, secret life of free masons
Cookin on the buttons, on my G8s I'm struttin
My bitch told me if I ain't on swingers she ain't fuckin
I got cruisers by the dozens so I'm slow motion no rushin
If you ain't walkin bout money then you ain't talkin bout nothing

(Hook x2)
Uh damn, my niggas tryna get it
Uh damn, my niggas tryna get it
Uh damn, my niggas tryna get it
They get it, they get it, they get it

(Verse)
If you lookin for that drank man I got it
If you lookin for that kush man I got it
If you tryna find a mileage girl I got it
And it's free if you and your friends riding
We spike them bottles, have a whole section poppin
Going with I2, I got it
They shay thugger when you playin non-stop and
I tell em we're selling dime my only option
I'm addicted to foreign cars and shoppin
Grindin all night and day, no slouching
I might disappear out of town often
Got a spot in valleys loft out in Austin
You better watch where you walkin, who you crossin
Cuz I can pay will make you come up missin costin
I'm through talkin, I see you hoes stalkin
Welcome to Texas, me and Paul Wall just flossin

(Hook x2)
Uh damn, my niggas tryna get it
Uh damn, my niggas tryna get it
Uh damn, my niggas tryna get it
They get it, they get it, they get it