Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Get It, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Reignfall, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.07.2013
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
Go Get It |
Mmmhmmm, alright |
Chamillitary mayne |
Mmmhmmm, the money’s calling me Everybody knows how I feel about my bank |
Some say I’m heartless, but y’all know I ain’t |
Don’t have no problems, as long as you’re keeping it G The money’s calling me Yeah, I could have went Hollywood, but I stayed trill and remained true |
Still riding them big blades that I slide on when I skate through |
Ever told me you hate haters, well guess what, that makes two |
Cause nowadays he got paid, |
You girl want me to serve pipe, got pa’tners on their third strike |
And they going for they fourth, it’s like they know they wanna serve life |
Got pa’tners that life and got pa’tners that for life |
No longer beefing with Mike Jones, but I still murder mics |
City where you from, you made it from the slum |
Now they’re acting like you over, you’ve gotta give ‘em some |
Park your Caddy in the sun |
They didn’t know you did it, but they’ll always be some people getting mad |
about your digits |
They boys that never did it, disrespecting what you’ve done |
Got some ladies catching feelings, tryn’a be your number one |
Got the world on your back, I know the pressure weigh a ton |
But we keep on grindin' on ‘em, tell ‘em money here I come |
I be like, let’s go get it Let’s go get it I drop it out no acting timid |
I’m like, let’s go get it Let’s go get it I drop the top, then turn up the so they can feel it |
I’m like, let’s go get it Let’s go get it Looking at my watch, time is money, so I’m counting minutes |
Got the world on your back, know the pressure weigh a ton |
But we keep on running on ‘em, tell ‘em money here I come |
Can’t sidetrack these lying cats |
Tryn’a make me take a straight loss |
He say he got them birdies, told ‘em I don’t even play golf |
Completely different sport, they got me balling, practise paid off |
Step back and hit that switch, it’s like, there’s no blocking my J, dawg |
Got diamonds in my chain, celly going «rang rang» |
Look down inside my dough make sure I’ve got my Kirko Bang Bang |
And I ain’t talking 'bout car bass |
See how fast your heart race |
And I keep it ghetto boy, but please don’t end up with a scar-face |
I twist in that little key, and then start my car up Before noon, I flip mode, then registers at Starbucks |
Don’t talk much, I talk math, don’t subtract, let’s add |
Gold Roley and, your accessories |
Go count ones, then check twice, just get it right, don’t guess though |
I hope the money ain’t short dawg, cause I never settle for less ho A big salute to my congregation, we get dollars no Money pockets with money in them is always part of my dress code |
City where you from, you made it from the slum |
Now they’re acting like you over, you’ve gotta give ‘em some |
Park your Caddy in the sun |
They didn’t know you did it, but they’ll always be some people getting mad |
about your digits |
They boys that never did it, disrespecting what you’ve done |
Got some ladies catching feelings, tryn’a be your number one |
Got the world on your back, I know the pressure weigh a ton |
But we keep on grindin' on ‘em, tell ‘em money here I come |
I be like, let’s go get it, alright |
Let’s go get it (go), let’s go get it, alright |
Let’s go get it (go), let’s go get it, alright |
Looking at my watch, time is money, so I’m counting minutes |
Got the world on your back, I know the pressure weigh a ton |
But we keep on grindin' on ‘em, tell ‘em money here I come |
They ain’t hustling the same as me, alright |
The money’s calling me We ain’t worried 'bout a thing, cause we, alright |
Grinding so hard they can’t believe |
They ain’t really who they claim to be, alright |
All this money’s never changing me Loyalty is everything to me, alright |
And that’s why, I’m staying suckerfree |
City where you from, you made it from the slum |
Now they’re acting like you over, you’ve gotta give ‘em some |
Park your Caddy in the sun |
They didn’t know you did it, but they’ll always be some people getting mad |
about your digits |
They boys that never did it, disrespecting what you’ve done |
Got some ladies catching feelings, tryn’a be your number one |
Got the world on your back, I know the pressure weigh a ton |
But we keep on grindin' on ‘em, tell ‘em money here I come |
I be like, let’s go get it, alright |
Let’s go get it (go), let’s go get it, alright |
Let’s go get it (go), let’s go get it, alright |
Looking at my watch, time is money, so I’m counting minutes |
Got the world on your back, I know the pressure weigh a ton |
But we keep on grindin' on ‘em, tell ‘em money here I come |
They ain’t hustling the same as me, alright |
The money’s calling me |