Lyrics to Gettin' Ready
All day
Mustard on the beat, hoe
I bet she play this song when she put on her clothes
Turn up when she get ready, she can't come to the phone
Leave her alone
We single this evening
Her outfit came from England (Yeah)
Her heels red bottom, no sneakers
Turn up when she get home
They say OT, don't tempt me, I take this shit down
She say she miss me when I'm not around
Sometimes I feel like I'm worthless, I'm out
But shit, I know you working, we'll work this shit out
She say we making and hiding shit out
But Greedy and Mustard the sauciest sound
Dressing on top of the covers and I'm eating out
Soon as I get in the house
She was getting ready for me but I came early
Gotta pack right before my show, great performance
Working like I'm thirsty, how she get a nigga horny
I be out her thuggin' but she still be gettin' girly
Riding a nigga 'round, only one who be starving
Eat it like it's gourmet, lil' bitch a foreign
You know my sweet lady dark skin, we recording
Living like I got good taste, that's how we do it
I bet she play this song when she put on her clothes
Turn up when she get ready, she can't come to the phone
Leave her alone
We single this evening
Her outfit came from England (Yeah)
Her heels red bottom, no sneakers
Turn up when she get home
She was in the shower for another in a half and hour
Skyscraper dick, standin' tall as Eiffel Tower
Sexy tan lines and out in Paris she be wilding
English muffin in the morning, I get dough, that why he's sour
I need kush and orange juice, turn me up, I'm low on power
Getting ready on my action scene so I ain't really tired
Two days with a plug who do drugs, so I'm wired
Know you heard I got the fire, if you with that Oscar Meyer
Chanel on her bag, I'm a secret admirer
I'm geeking so I need you just like Stevie had his 'mirer
Ain't fucking with 12 but I feel family matters
Working on one on the low
We get great as relationships go (Oh)
I ain't really love her
She get it ready
I bet she play this song, when she put on her clothes
Turn up when she get ready, she can't come to the phone
She single this evening
Her outfit came from England (Yeah)
Her heels red bottom, no sneakers
Turn up soon as she get home
Yeah, yeah
On the low
Turn up when she get ready, she can't come to the phone
She single this evening Her outfit came from England (Yeah)
Her heels red bottom, no sneakers
Turn up soon as she get home
I bet she play this song when she get ready
When she get ready
Mustard on the beat, hoe
I bet she play this song when she put on her clothes
Turn up when she get ready, she can't come to the phone
Leave her alone
We single this evening
Her outfit came from England (Yeah)
Her heels red bottom, no sneakers
Turn up when she get home
They say OT, don't tempt me, I take this shit down
She say she miss me when I'm not around
Sometimes I feel like I'm worthless, I'm out
But shit, I know you working, we'll work this shit out
She say we making and hiding shit out
But Greedy and Mustard the sauciest sound
Dressing on top of the covers and I'm eating out
Soon as I get in the house
She was getting ready for me but I came early
Gotta pack right before my show, great performance
Working like I'm thirsty, how she get a nigga horny
I be out her thuggin' but she still be gettin' girly
Riding a nigga 'round, only one who be starving
Eat it like it's gourmet, lil' bitch a foreign
You know my sweet lady dark skin, we recording
Living like I got good taste, that's how we do it
I bet she play this song when she put on her clothes
Turn up when she get ready, she can't come to the phone
Leave her alone
We single this evening
Her outfit came from England (Yeah)
Her heels red bottom, no sneakers
Turn up when she get home
She was in the shower for another in a half and hour
Skyscraper dick, standin' tall as Eiffel Tower
Sexy tan lines and out in Paris she be wilding
English muffin in the morning, I get dough, that why he's sour
I need kush and orange juice, turn me up, I'm low on power
Getting ready on my action scene so I ain't really tired
Two days with a plug who do drugs, so I'm wired
Know you heard I got the fire, if you with that Oscar Meyer
Chanel on her bag, I'm a secret admirer
I'm geeking so I need you just like Stevie had his 'mirer
Ain't fucking with 12 but I feel family matters
Working on one on the low
We get great as relationships go (Oh)
I ain't really love her
She get it ready
I bet she play this song, when she put on her clothes
Turn up when she get ready, she can't come to the phone
She single this evening
Her outfit came from England (Yeah)
Her heels red bottom, no sneakers
Turn up soon as she get home
Yeah, yeah
On the low
Turn up when she get ready, she can't come to the phone
She single this evening Her outfit came from England (Yeah)
Her heels red bottom, no sneakers
Turn up soon as she get home
I bet she play this song when she get ready
When she get ready
