It's now or never
Always could do better
Here goes the effort
Imma make em til I feel better
It's now or never
Always could do better
Here goes the effort
Imma make em til I feel better
A boogie with the hoodie got the bag on me
Nuggets everywhere I go I'm Johnny WeedSeed
On the road lookin like I came from green city
Tail pipe screaming F*ck you come and get me
Burn the 214 and that's for Uncle Sam
Check marking money turned me to a different man
Shaking hands and shaking pockets always been my plan
She do what I say like we playing Simon says
Always got her hand out wanting access
If I can't grab her booty she can't touch my assets
Only love racks that don't fit in rubber bands
Counting money I could another use another set of hands
A few assistants giving me assistance getting more assistance just cause I can
And won't nobody say a thing when the fat lady sing
And this big hand cannon Aunt Bam
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my mans
Bitch I'm sayin
Waiting to go super
We can Go 10 these kids can't do it
Money brings munitions you don't get it then you're stupid
Bro nem said I gotchu I said Tory Lanes
I been making moves you ain't see it aw you played
Imma bust your ass like we in a game of spades
He say the same thang everybody done said it
Waiting for the end like the scene after the credits
Watch what you spreadin
Hates not my message
I just keep a tool so I keep good leverage
Time is money why work against it?
I been on the clock Imma tell you again
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make 'em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my man's
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make 'em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my man's
Bitch you better
Bust it down spin around for them hundreds
Got a bitch so bad and she in love with the gunners
Got a ass so fat that she gets from her mother
And she love me but she know I'll have another by the end of the summer yuh
Im a asshole but I stay clean
She callin me a dick but bitch I'm big black & mean
Hoe you know what you been after
All yo homies been trappers
And you over here worried bout a gram
Hoe you better get on up in them bands
Have the Berry in the bushes at your granny crib
I know a place in Necedah we gone take a trip
Lo riding in the whip like we stole the shit
Making new waves in this ocean like I'm Moses
Fading in and out off the beans but I ain't dosing Them bitches got me beaming in a beater
Having dreams of 2 seater
Steady lookin in the mirror
Hoping I can use my heater
Throwing up them bands
Callin shots like I work in ballistics
Gold fangs yea that boy feelin vicious
Got a bae got a boo got a mistress
I like bitches that got bitches that got bitches
X man Got the power and the riches
Like this Xavier's mic for the gifted
XTC got the aux lifted like it's prescription
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make 'em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my man's
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make 'em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my man's
Bitch you better
Xavier The Capricorn - Get On Up (Intro) Lyrics
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English
It's now or never
Always could do better
Here goes the effort
Imma make em til I feel better
It's now or never
Always could do better
Here goes the effort
Imma make em til I feel better
A boogie with the hoodie got the bag on me
Nuggets everywhere I go I'm Johnny WeedSeed
On the road lookin like I came from green city
Tail pipe screaming F*ck you come and get me
Burn the 214 and that's for Uncle Sam
Check marking money turned me to a different man
Shaking hands and shaking pockets always been my plan
She do what I say like we playing Simon says
Always got her hand out wanting access
If I can't grab her booty she can't touch my assets
Only love racks that don't fit in rubber bands
Counting money I could another use another set of hands
A few assistants giving me assistance getting more assistance just cause I can
And won't nobody say a thing when the fat lady sing
And this big hand cannon Aunt Bam
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my mans
Bitch I'm sayin
Waiting to go super
We can Go 10 these kids can't do it
Money brings munitions you don't get it then you're stupid
Bro nem said I gotchu I said Tory Lanes
I been making moves you ain't see it aw you played
Imma bust your ass like we in a game of spades
He say the same thang everybody done said it
Waiting for the end like the scene after the credits
Watch what you spreadin
Hates not my message
I just keep a tool so I keep good leverage
Time is money why work against it?
I been on the clock Imma tell you again
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make 'em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my man's
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make 'em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my man's
Bitch you better
Bust it down spin around for them hundreds
Got a bitch so bad and she in love with the gunners
Got a ass so fat that she gets from her mother
And she love me but she know I'll have another by the end of the summer yuh
Im a asshole but I stay clean
She callin me a dick but bitch I'm big black & mean
Hoe you know what you been after
All yo homies been trappers
And you over here worried bout a gram
Hoe you better get on up in them bands
Have the Berry in the bushes at your granny crib
I know a place in Necedah we gone take a trip
Lo riding in the whip like we stole the shit
Making new waves in this ocean like I'm Moses
Fading in and out off the beans but I ain't dosing Them bitches got me beaming in a beater
Having dreams of 2 seater
Steady lookin in the mirror
Hoping I can use my heater
Throwing up them bands
Callin shots like I work in ballistics
Gold fangs yea that boy feelin vicious
Got a bae got a boo got a mistress
I like bitches that got bitches that got bitches
X man Got the power and the riches
Like this Xavier's mic for the gifted
XTC got the aux lifted like it's prescription
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make 'em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my man's
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make 'em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my man's
Bitch you better
Always could do better
Here goes the effort
Imma make em til I feel better
It's now or never
Always could do better
Here goes the effort
Imma make em til I feel better
A boogie with the hoodie got the bag on me
Nuggets everywhere I go I'm Johnny WeedSeed
On the road lookin like I came from green city
Tail pipe screaming F*ck you come and get me
Burn the 214 and that's for Uncle Sam
Check marking money turned me to a different man
Shaking hands and shaking pockets always been my plan
She do what I say like we playing Simon says
Always got her hand out wanting access
If I can't grab her booty she can't touch my assets
Only love racks that don't fit in rubber bands
Counting money I could another use another set of hands
A few assistants giving me assistance getting more assistance just cause I can
And won't nobody say a thing when the fat lady sing
And this big hand cannon Aunt Bam
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my mans
Bitch I'm sayin
Waiting to go super
We can Go 10 these kids can't do it
Money brings munitions you don't get it then you're stupid
Bro nem said I gotchu I said Tory Lanes
I been making moves you ain't see it aw you played
Imma bust your ass like we in a game of spades
He say the same thang everybody done said it
Waiting for the end like the scene after the credits
Watch what you spreadin
Hates not my message
I just keep a tool so I keep good leverage
Time is money why work against it?
I been on the clock Imma tell you again
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make 'em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my man's
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make 'em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my man's
Bitch you better
Bust it down spin around for them hundreds
Got a bitch so bad and she in love with the gunners
Got a ass so fat that she gets from her mother
And she love me but she know I'll have another by the end of the summer yuh
Im a asshole but I stay clean
She callin me a dick but bitch I'm big black & mean
Hoe you know what you been after
All yo homies been trappers
And you over here worried bout a gram
Hoe you better get on up in them bands
Have the Berry in the bushes at your granny crib
I know a place in Necedah we gone take a trip
Lo riding in the whip like we stole the shit
Making new waves in this ocean like I'm Moses
Fading in and out off the beans but I ain't dosing Them bitches got me beaming in a beater
Having dreams of 2 seater
Steady lookin in the mirror
Hoping I can use my heater
Throwing up them bands
Callin shots like I work in ballistics
Gold fangs yea that boy feelin vicious
Got a bae got a boo got a mistress
I like bitches that got bitches that got bitches
X man Got the power and the riches
Like this Xavier's mic for the gifted
XTC got the aux lifted like it's prescription
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make 'em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my man's
Bitch you better
Get on up in them Bands
Imma make it til I feel better
Imma make 'em til I feel better
Crazy work be working my man's
Bitch you better
Writer: Andy Anderson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid