I Get It (feat. Travis Scott)

Meek Mill

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    Stepping off of that lear, diamonds on me so clear
    Dime hoes that I share, y'all couldn't go near
    I say, pussy nigga I dare, you try to reach and get air
    You fuck around and get checked, got to puff your chest like clip
    Yea my niggas ball all year, y'all niggas so square (lame)
    And all my niggas so live, why the fuck would I care?
    When that Lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
    And all the haters gonna hate, fuck ‘em, cuz all the hoes gon' cheer
    Yea my might life and my bite life got a bad bitch and she tight and nice
    I was countin green in my money machine, that bitch sound like I typewrite
    Hustle hard in that daytime but I ball off in that night life
    My chain lit with them black stones, but they shine hard as yo white ice
    Cause yo shit fake and yo shit late, no birthday but I get cake
    Lame nigga yo album ain't fucking with my mixtape
    Nigga smoking that Cali kush, that shit strong no lift weights
    I tell niggas don't watch me while time tick on that big face

    Young nigga I get it, young nigga I get it
    Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it
    Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers
    Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell ‘em hoes go figure

    Young nigga I get it, young nigga I get it
    Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it
    Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers
    Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell ‘em hoes go figure

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    You wake me up and I'm snoring, choking over whole gang of chains
    She slept over the morning, a nigga ain't good because name the game
    Ain't need you fucking me over, pyramids on my pinky ring
    And we dipping out, she pulling in, I guess she get the hang of things
    So what up (what up), I told her shut the fuck up
    When I run my mouth diamonds falling out, I guess that bitch done nut up
    Crazy thing about it, her best friend is riding shotty
    I knocked her down in her 'Rari, then drove off on Ducatti
    Holy mother Mary, guess what hit my Berry
    A pair of double D's, I guess she out in Paris
    Damn Tony them cantaloupes, fuck about getting Mary
    She said her ex was Larry, but fuck that nigga Larry
    Damn this shit is scary, I thought I seen the fairy
    Fucking with that white milk, just might call it dairy
    Ride around just me and Meek, a couple dimes and that's 20
    Sit behind while we pull around, we might blind with canaries

    Young nigga I get it, young nigga I get it
    Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it
    Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers
    Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell ‘em hoes go figure

    Young nigga I get it, young nigga I get it
    Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it
    Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers
    Sipping gold bottles of Spade, tell ‘em hoes go figure

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