Текст песни Get Outta My Way - Sugarboy Big T

Yeah, we got it, expensives things we buy (money)
Reach for me, play, you gon' lay fuck boy (brrah)
My lawyer fees just broke the law
Middle finger to the cops, I mean it
Yes, sir, I got the dope (yes sir)
Get outta my way, I'm going too fast (Big T)
Get outta my way, ya ain't look like racks (money)
Get outta my way, put a shame on my opps (uh huh)

Yeah my nigga, it's Big T, 50 freaky bitches on my dick (on God)
I smash if you bad and boogie (I'm ballin')
Lady I'm ballin' like Big Moochie (big grape)
I really got something to prove (for real)
Play with my money, bitch you gon' lose (gang)
In the back of foreign car, grams on me
Credit cards on me, I know what I'm doin' (yeah)
My lil brothers scream Big T keep going (skurrt)
I'm not a studio gangster
In this section we get trappers, robbers, hittas (brrah paw)
Last nigga who played with Big T (yeah)
Got fucked over inside the jail (DMB)
Last nigga who played with Big T
Knows what's up with me in the city (bitch)
Expensive lawyer fees, uh huh (brrah)
They know I play for keeps, uh huh (brrah)
You can't see me, I know how to play (fa fa)
Reach for my pack, it's your payday (yeah)
I had none, oh I remember (gang)
Doin' numbers, I'm high of dough (dough)
Pocket's fat, really proud of me (aye)
Self made shit, go get the money
No pain no gain, life's a game, I like to play (cocaina)
Shake your baka, that's okay (big booty)
Made me a milli this year, oh Lord
Big 2 time hustler look me now (hallelujah)
YSL T-shirts, True Religion jeans (designer)
Dolce Gabbana, Louis V, Prada
Stop lying nigga, you ain't do no shit (boss)

We got it, expensives things we buy
Reach for me, play, you gon' lay fuck boy (brrah)
My lawyer fees just broke the law
Middle finger to the cops, I mean it
Yes, sir, I got the dope (yes sir)
Get outta my way, I'm going too fast (Big T)
Get outta my way, ya ain't look like racks (exotic)
Get outta my way, put a shame on my opps (uh huh)

Get outta of my dick, still fuckin' your click
Illuminati business, whole lotta money (illuminati)
'Smell like money (frrrrrr), I look like money
Fuck her real good, she calls me daddy (da bag)
Dirty gwop on me, she a fan of Biggy
Beat the case, love my lawyer, fuck the police (fuck)
Smoke backwoods, spend holidays in Nice (first class)
Keep mom rich, keep all my niggas lit (big hustler)
Wanna be like Meech, whats'up I'm the shit (ja)
I gave you love you threw it away (dirty guap)
Right now I'm frozen, yeah I'm gettin' paid
We ain't go back no more (yeah)
We ain't going broke no more (fuck)
Pull up on you, no driver's license
My dick turn girls into fans on God (on God, yeah)

We got it, expensives things we buy
Reach for me, play, you gon' lay fuck boy (brrah)
My lawyer fees just broke the law
Middle finger to the cops, I mean it
Yes, sir, I got the dope (yes sir)
Get outta my way, I'm going too fast (Big T)
Get outta my way, ya ain't look like racks (exotic)
Get outta my way, put a shame on my opps (uh huh)
We got it, expensives things we buy (money)
Reach for me, play, you gon' lay fuck boy (brrah)
My lawyer fees just broke the law
Middle finger to the cops, I mean it
Yes, sir, I got the dope (yes sir)
Get outta my way, I'm going too fast (Big T)
Get outta my way, ya ain't look like racks (exotic)
Get outta my way, put a shame on my opps (uh huh, yeah)

Brrah paw