Rick B. - Get It (feat. DiceMoney) Lyrics

All I know is get it, get it, get it, get it
I said get it, get it, get it
Yeah, I gotta say get it, get it, get it
Aight, let's go
Mmm
Okay, I'm gon' get this money, then be straight
Take care of my dogs and my family, keep them laced
A nigga try to take it, he catch 50 to his face
And I be on the move, bitch, in and out of state
All I know is get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
Ridin' through your streets with no motherf*ckin' limit
Ayy, spendin' all this money with no motherf*ckin' limit
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I'ma get this money, then be straight
Take care of my dogs and my family, keep them lace
A nigga try to take it, he catch 50 to his face
And I be on the move, bitch, in and out of state
All I know is
I be on the move, bitch, and everything is low-key
Roll one up with Dice, he told me everything is OG
I could give a f*ck about what happened here before me
Cause all I know is we here now and everything is on me
I be smokin' strong, strong, blunt, stupid, long, long
Went to scoop yo' bitch because she text me, ain't no draws on
I could really rap, but with this song, I might get on, on
Cause everything is simple, and these niggas brains been long gone
Trappin, rappin, workin, swervin, husband and a daddy too
Ima ball and pass it to the homie like an alley-oop
Up and down the East Coast, and I even got some Cali goons
But bitches still West 3rd, and all my niggas need some padded rooms
No matter how you move, it's always haters
So, brody, I advise you keep your focus on your paper
I remember bein' down and out and lookin' for a savior
Till I finally saved myself, I felt like Kobe on the Lakers
All I know is get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Ridin' through your streets with no motherf*ckin' limit
Spendin' all this money with no motherf*ckin' limit
I'ma get this money to be straight
Take care of my dogs and my family, keep em' raised
A nigga try to take it, you can strip it to his face
And I be on the move, bitch, in and out of state
Wonder why I wasn't comin' to school
Money was comin' in twos, woke up, had to bust me a move
It was a quarter to noon, now I gotta find somethin' to do
Thinkin' like, what could I do
Bout to go get to the money, that money you know it ain't comin' to you
I'm bout to get on my grind
I just got me a new pack, nigga, I'm bout to sell it in dimes
Three for 20s way before 8ths, nigga, I was ahead of my time
Bringin' all my niggas with me, nigga, can't leave nobody behind
Especially ones that'll ride
Get it, all my niggas with it
Four deep off in it, this is not for image
Think it's a game,...but this is not no gimmick
I got cash on me, nigga, you better know why I spend it
All my niggas get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Ridin' through your streets with no motherf*ckin' limit
Spendin' all this money with no motherf*ckin' limit
I'ma get this money then be straight
Take care of my dogs and my family, keep em' nice
A nigga try to take it, you can strip it to his face
And I be on the move, bitch, in and out of state
All my niggas 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, get it, get it, get it