Lyrics Get Shit Done - I4NI feat. D Thrash

Uh, I get it done I'm just like my grandpa
Stay movin' and I always got a plan y'all
Hard at work on my nine to five
That's right because a country boy gotta survive
Ain't scared to get dirty, fingers work to the bone
If you ain't talkin' 'bout money then we can leave it alone
Mama raised no dummy but if my team to strong
Yeah it's eye for an eye 'til I'm dead and gone
Yeah, I wake the rooster in the morning tell him get to work
Honest pay for a long day never hurts
And I ain't sayin' I don't like to have fun
But before I do I get shit done

I'm a slave to the mighty dollar
But I pray to the lord above
A little work never hurt nobody
So I'm up with the mornin' sun
I get dirt on my hands
And my boots stay covered in mud
I work hard for my money, mama raised no dummy
I was born to get shit done
I get shit done
I get shit done
I get shit done

See I'm all about my business
Don't just get it done, get it done with the quickness
I never lie, so believe it if I said it
Self motivated 'cause the hustle is genetic
Get it done, kinesthetic hands on
The foundation built will forever stand strong
'Cause it's built through blood, sweat and tears
Slave for the dollar workin' harder every year
Yeah, swallow my pride, but never my integrity
I'm tryin' to win the game while you suckers try to referee
Eye for an eye on my jersey
Raised in the mud I ain't afraid to get dirty

I'm a slave to the mighty dollar
But I pray to the lord above
A little work never hurt nobody
So I'm up with the mornin' sun
I get dirt on my hands
And my boots stay covered in mud
I work hard for my money, mama raised no dummy
I was born to get shit done
I get shit done
I get shit done
I get shit done

It's your boy D Thrash
And I get a ton of shit done
'Cause I haul ass and haul trash
Doin' what it takes to stay far away from the minimum wage
They say you gotta pay to play
And I've been in the game tryin' to find my way
Well, I just hooked up with Stump and D-Ray
And Bubba K, down here in GA
We all sippin' on moonshine
I'm talkin' real shit, not the store bought kind
We just tryin', to unwind
From the overtime grind when I find

I'm a slave to the mighty dollar
But I pray to the lord above
A little work never hurt nobody
So I'm up with the mornin' sun
I get dirt on my hands
And my boots stay covered in mud
I work hard for my money, mama raised no dummy
I was born to get shit done
I get shit done
I get shit done
I get shit done