Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gettin to It, artist - Clyde Carson. Date of issue: 05.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gettin to It |
| Pull up with the dose up, cautious |
| They hatin' on a nigga, but the brauds love it all the time |
| You know what I ain’t 'bout |
| In the gang ain’t anybody that slow it up (come on) |
| I be on it ASAP |
| Get the dope, hit the club, pass the drank, roll it up |
| Great Benz and a Rolex (a Rolex) |
| Sprintin' to the money, but it’s no sweat |
| Trap niggas, I don’t see no threat |
| When I say dollar talkin', I see no, ya (ya) |
| She in love, cause it’s organised |
| Dealership, Frank Gotti, I’mma had to order mine |
| Ain’t done, cause it’s mortifying |
| Money stays on my mind |
| (Yeah) |
| My nigga, I be gettin' to it |
| Gettin' to it, gettin' to it |
| My nigga, I be gettin' to it |
| Gettin' to it, gettin' to it |
| My nigga, I be gettin' to this money |
| Gettin' to this kind |
| My nigga, I be gettin' to it |
| Gettin' to it, gettin' to it |
| (Ey) |
| From the Bay to LA to the San Diego |
| Shippin' chicken for the sauce d’Alfredo |
| Yeah, I look good, boy, ney, they can’t |
| They go cheese on my, I ain’t talkin' play dough |
| Properly respected, well connected, yeah, streets love me |
| Fuckin' with show your ride, gettin' to this money |
| Fool just ain’t call it stayin' hungry |
| You don’t hit my tummy boy, I’m gettin' money |
| a short line, fresh, yeah |
| Clear, only that wooden on the |
| Balenciagas on my feed, bill at 700 |
| White gold chain 40 carats bouncin' off my stomach |
| From the, a nigga a night |
| Rescue his little TD folks and the nigga ran |
| Hussle in the and then they looked at rappin' |
| Only the best, I started |
| My nigga, I be gettin' to it |
| Gettin' to it, gettin' to it |
| My nigga, I be gettin' to it |
| Gettin' to it, gettin' to it |
| My nigga, I be gettin' to this money |
| Gettin' to this kind |
| My nigga, I be gettin' to it |
| Gettin' to it, gettin' to it |