Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Yours , by - Lil' Kim. Release date: 08.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Yours |
| Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you’re gettin yours |
| If the rims on his ride ain’t as big as yours |
| You gettin money what’chu hatin on my niggas for? |
| Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours |
| Throw your bottles in the sky if you’re gettin yours |
| If that other bitch’s ass ain’t as big as yours |
| You gettin money what’chu hatin on my bitches for? |
| Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours |
| Boss lady pull up in the back of the Maybach |
| Chaffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned back |
| Readin the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin on 'em |
| Haters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em |
| Play all day on the Siruis, radio |
| Satellite TV, who do it like me? |
| In designer outfits, while sellin the tag |
| Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag |
| Keep the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I’m ass |
| Eatin through her stomach like a gastric, bypass |
| Bitch you better buy a pass and you better have the cash |
| When you in my town you got to see me to buy a pass |
| Number one rule, think B.I.G |
| 50 grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P |
| The spotlight is on me, I’m the one they wanna see |
| They give they money to Kim like I’m H.S.B.C |
| Yeah, well it’s young Dash to all those who don’t know |
| The boy who stay hot when his jewels is so cold |
| Killer screwface and he cockin that fo'-fo' |
| Wanna ice grill? |
| Better holla at Paul Wall |
| Is all that called for? |
| Whole crew do it up |
| Champagne, threw it up, 'til niggas threw it up |
| Cruisin up, tinted up, gotta be some star |
| Don’t know what to call it, they say it’s a truck car |
| You been with a chump pah; |
| like Ashton |
| Was the first one to «Punk» y’all |
| Have yo' ass holy and resemblin Spongebob |
| Like an old album, you happen to come for us |
| You guys get dust off |
| It’s the young boss, show you what the imp us for |
| Family and friends be the only ones missin boy |
| Sayin that you rich and all, tell me what’chu bitchin for |
| Maybe cause I’m gettin mine — well is you gettin yours? |
| You don’t really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip |
| Have you duckin on the shit, wanna let the burner spit |
| Get bucked bitch, give a fuck who you run and get |
| King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin shit |
| Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime |
| Take a lifetime to find a flow that’s quite like mine |
| 40 cal’s and 45 Glocks, I don’t like nine |
| Mac-9 and automatic flatten niggas lifeline |
| I’m already rich, use the rappin as a pasttime |
| Grand Hustle bitch and I ain’t settle for the last time |
| Other niggas settle down cause I don’t bag mine |
| You see me pull it I’mma blast, I don’t flash mine |
| You niggas livin check to check but I don’t cash mine |
| Deposit it and let it sit cause all the cash mine |
| Been goin easy on you rappers I’mma mash now |
| Niggas throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down |