Songtexte Get It - S0K0

Addicted to money, I get it (Get)
Pull up on us and we sending shots right at his fitted, yeah
They talking shit but ain't done shit, we the ones did it, uh
Bitches be talking, that shit for the birds
I just leave that shit right for the pigeons
Yeah, lil S0K0, he straight from the mitten
Hop out, diamonds they popping, they hitting
I'ma lay back, man fuck it, I'm flipping
I'm making bands, I'm just making a living, uh, yeah
Hollow tip hit him right in the leg
Then he get to limping
You is a bitch, you going out sad
You going out simping

We really ran shit the fuck up, we getting them bands
And we done made it look easy
I pulled up and put yo lil bitch right up in a trance
You talking shit but you running
You scared of the hands
All my money fat, all my money dance
I don't got no plans besides run it up the most and make em look stupid
Once you get a bag, go head spend that shit just don't lose it
We just shit on him and now he sad, yeah, he going thought it
Never talk about no shit, don't brag, yeah, just go and do it
Yeah, run up this money, yeah
Run up the money the fast way, yeah
Bitch I'ma do what the bag say, yeah
I'ma put on for my (What)
Ima put on for my last name
Remember I showed up to class late
Now I'm richer than all my classmates
Talking that shit but you just looking stupid as fuck
I just pulled up in that big body truck, Bentley
Glocky on me got it tucked, semi
Big bro gone off the cup, not henny
Talking bout me, nah, what, you ain't ready
Hop in the coupe and stab off
Like a fucking machete
Big body SRT, this ain't no Chevy
We doing shit but we made it look easy
You can't get this for the freeski, nah
Yo bitch on me acting freaky, yeah
Cause she saw me on the TV, yeah
Talking like you want (Me)
Back then you said you ain't need me, nah
Now I put my wrist on Fiji
Drip hit off come get that squeegee

Addicted to money, I get it (Get)
Pull up on us and we sending shots right at his fitted, yeah
They talking shit but ain't done shit, we the ones did it, uh
Bitches be talking, that shit for the birds
I just leave that shit right for the pigeons
Yeah, lil S0K0, he straight from the mitten
Hop out, diamonds they popping, they hitting
I'ma lay back, man fuck it, I'm flipping
I'm making bands, I'm just making a living, uh, yeah
Hollow tip hit him right in the leg
Then he get to limping
You is a bitch, you going out sad
You going out simping

Act like you don't know
You say that you there but I can tell that you gon go
Ice all in my veins, you can tell that my heart cold
You left me out to bleed when I needed you the most
But I guess we cool, yeah, alright
Shit, I suppose
Cause I spend what you make in like thirty months on some clothes
Made a lot of money in the air is where it goes
She gon drown her fears in a bottle of Patrón
Worry bout yo life, cause in a second it be gone
Money off the backend, we get money off a phone
Some of y'all be ducking
Act like I don't know
First he lost his heart, then his mother fucking soul