Kitch Macc - Lets Get It текст песни

Текст песни Lets Get It - Kitch Macc

I'm really counting these digits (Money)

I'm chasin' this money not chasin' these bitches (Naw)

I'm really wit all the killas

We twist up our fingers

And squeeze on these triggers (On the Gang)

I light up trees like it's Christmas

I hang wit the realist, you hang wit the snitches (Bitch)

Fuck talkin' bout it let's get it (Let's get it)

See I don't think twice about getting cash

Money come first, bullshit last

Getting money this way it's gone come fast

But you gotta make sure that it all last

Chase that money let them hoes walk pass

Then they gone chase yo ass

Get the bag nigga get the bag

Ridin' around in a Lac (In a Lac)

My bitch drivin' for me I sit in the back (In the back)

I'm countin' a stack, got a Mac in my lap (In my lap)

I be in the trap

Bitch I be in the trap (In the trap)

So I gotta stay strap

Plus I'm on parole you can't know where I'm at (Naw)

I'm moving low key (Movin' low key)

If she know me she owe me

Hit in one night it took you a whole week, Uh

I'm playin' hide and go seek wit the police, Uh

(Peekaboo Peekaboo Peekaboo)

Ima hustle real hard I ain't finna get no sleep, Uh

See this how it is when u come from the street

You gone rest in the pen, or you restin' in peace (Woe Woe)

I stole my daddy gun back when I was thirteen (Woe Woe)

Had a chrome forty five screamin' fuck the police (Woe Woe)

Yea nigga

And fuck all my enemy's (yea them too)

The pen turned me into a beast (uh)

Ima dog I'm poppin' the leash (Off the chain)

When u gone I'm all in yo sheets (In yo sheets)

I bet you can't do it like me (no no)

Down for like ima keep shit G (yea yea)