letra de get it done - goldenboy countup
[intro: goldenboy countup]
n-gga
yeah
countup
turn me up
uh
yeah
n-gga
[verse 1: goldenboy countup]
goyard bag, golden goin’ hard for that paper, n-gga
hundred racks on my chain, i’m spazzin’ on a hater, n-gga
trickin’ with the b-tch, you steady crabbin’ with that paper, n-gga
b-tch, i’m flyin’ state-to-state, i’m hot as f-ck, i’m on that raider, n-gga
my bag big, it’s big as [?], i send my shooter, he get it done
i cash him out, he send a ton
n-gga bet my b-tch ain’t wearin’ no buns
my bag up, b-tch, ain’t sh-t here cheap
spend that jeep then sh-t get creep
forty-ball, b-tch, that’s on my t–th
giuseppe kicks, that’s on my feet
[chorus: tyla yaweh]
yeah, spin with the gun, spin just for fun
i got old hundreds, n-gga spend it on her bum
yeah, i just made a hundred racks, i did that off a run
said old hundreds, blue hundreds, took them twenties and them fifties
they can’t fold on me, rolls on me, i ain’t talkin’ pills
b-tch, you f-ck me for a [?] ’cause don’t go talkin’ to me sh-tty
you don’t understand this player talk, chopper make you milly rock
before i took her on that date, that b-tch gave me plenty top
[verse 2: goldenboy countup]
i’m in the benz with the gun, the benz with the gun
skrrt, bustin’ juggs in corners in the benz makin’ runs
d-mn, all my diamonds shinin’ like akin to the sun, n-gga
told the plug i’m racked up, told him send a ton (let’s go)
she gon’ f-ck for gucci, so i’m payin’ for that coochie
n-gga, drench my b-tch in louis, you ain’t never heard of pucci? hold on
[verse 3: tyla yaweh]
you ain’t never had no marni, n-gga
never had no b-tch hand you some money from apartments, n-gga
she don’t f-ck for free
she do for a fee, she gon’ strip for me
[verse 4: goldenboy countup]
n-ggas cuffin’ on these b-tches ’cause they don’t keep it p
told her throw that sh-t to me, i sell that sh-t for cheap
she say you can get this p-ssy, but this sh-t gon’ cost a fee
brand new coat, that b-tch givenchy, i’m sellin’ dope, i’m in the trenches
know crackers come, we jumpin’ fences, we keep them switches and extentions
b-tches keep me in they mentions, golden p, that n-gga pimpin’
we f-cked that b-tch, that n-gga simpin’, b-tch, i’m a dog but i’m a chicken
[chorus: tyla yaweh]
yeah, spin with the gun, spin just for fun
i got old hundreds, n-gga spend it on her bum
yeah, i just made a hundred racks, i did that off a run
said old hundreds, blue hundreds, took them twenties and them fifties
they can’t fold on me, rolls on me, i ain’t talkin’ pills
b-tch, you f-ck me for a [?] ’cause don’t go talkin’ to me sh-tty
you don’t understand this player talk, chopper make you milly rock
before i took her on that date, that b-tch gave me plenty top
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