Текст песни Get Wit' Me - J. Anders

I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
And hop out
These bootches is twatchin'
These jokas be clockin'
I'm clocking like tea
And my watch never stoping
My grind hit so hard
Like they bodies be dropping
When I spit that heat
From my feet to my abdomen
They was like J where you been?
Now I'm back again
Hardy har, straight to the bank
Now I'm laughing man
I'm used to trapping on tracks
Off the wax again
I got the lines and the hooks
Spilling from my pen
Used to rock hand me downs
Now I moved up and then
Doubled down back to the work
I be grinding man
Overcame struggles
Even when they said I can't
Chasing a check, I just do it
Get to the bag
Running the plays in some J's
Now them niggas mad
In my own lane, see the waves
Coming from my ass
Can't tell me shit, I'm legit
I'm just spittin' facts

The price is going up, yeah
Yeah the price is going up, yeah
What you know about it
They don't know about it
Cause the price is going up
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
And hop out
My jack steady ringin'
Them chirps get to singin'
Like M.C on butterfly
Bootches is hittin'
Them c-notes, forgive me
If I get to feeling
A little bit more off the Remy and Henny
Niggas is mad cause they not fuckin' wit' me
My bootches got ass and they bad wit' some titties
They all gettin' cash
Spending hunndos and fifties
Oops, damn, pardon me
I get to talking and joking so silly
My life is so gorgeous
My bank sittin' pretty
My feet up on couches
I'm runnin' my city
Water by the houses
A couple of fountains and cars in a neighbor committee
Sippin' on some grapes, got no time for the shifty
My life is a movie, and now I'm to busy

What you know about the price going up
Better get wit' me
Get wit' me yeah, get wit' me
Get wit' me
Cause the price is going up yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah