Lyrics Imma Get It - Tommie, Spice

Imma Get It

Bitch sit back watch me get that money
Couple million, bank books cah done it
Ain’t no Bonnie and Clyde, it’s a Spice and Tommie
Roll out not a care with the top down
Dutty girl every hater go drop down
Pum pum fat ina my shorts like one pound
Bottle pon bottle watch me shut this club down
You bitches ain’t next
Sitting home watch my grand Rolex
Me a one little girl I chase them cheques
Big batty girl straight from the jet to the jet
Excuse you bitch we grind for this money
And these broke niggas can’t get none from me
They say me a rude girl and don’t take a shit
Lay a nigga down if he don’t run
When I roll to him now
I put my pussy on his hunnids
Bitch is Usain Bolt when I’m running to this money
Never take what is left
Bitches on top
Wanna pop p makin' niggas confide
I’m like 'Bitch stop living on my timeline'
I’am all about the letter B with a dolla' sign
While you sleep with that nigga for some likkle coin
Life want rearrange
Body wan' redefine
Pose for the bloodclart camera
Me clean and come out
Instagram bad gyal I know type shits all 'bout
See me inna real life you affi shut up your mouth
Me money loud
Your bag dry like it a go thru the drought
While you make memes
Bitch I make moves
Looking like a star got stalls on my ceiling
This a ray of hope
You ain’t gotta pray for
Sittin' on his face
Head bussing like I’m Draco
I never let him stay tho
I send him on way
Know he rookie so this pussy what he chase for
Honey you’re a dash
Money all flash
Spending life savings on some shit on a bag in cash
Moving across the state line just to see my waistline
When he eat this pussy only time we ever facetime
Rude boy got a few boys on my chair
Yardie in Jamaica said he feelin' me like real
I be taking trips while you bitches taking L’s
Cheques in the mail
You better watch your male
Or I’ll send him home broke with your bill money missing
Me and Spice making real money bitches
Imma get it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Pop that ass drop down if you with it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Pop that ass drop down if you with it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Pop that ass drop down if you with it
Imma get it (Imma)
Imma get it (Imma)
Imma get it (Imma)
Pop that ass drop down if you with it
Straight out of Jamaica
Me stand up inna dis
Gyal deh shoes pon mi foot deh pon your wishlist
Money a fly everyday elastic band mi twist
Earring to the chain
No wait check mi wrist
See I don’t know if y’all understand me
So let me calm down speak more clearly
The things that I buy bitch wait for a fairy
Or save a couple bucks then you might just barely
Imma get it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Pop that ass drop down if you with it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Pop that ass drop down if you with it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Pop that ass drop down if you with it
Imma get it (Imma)
Imma get it (Imma)
Imma get it (Imma)
Pop that ass drop down if you with it