Go Getters - World Record Holders lyrics

And standing in this corner
With the platinum chain and the Gucci trunks
Trained by the platinum producer Kanye West
We have Chi Town's finest the Go Getters

And I got 'em all mad 'cause the money
I'm making is money I'm taking
Why you keep waiting?
Just stop hating 'cause this shit is useless
Think I'll fall off like Pip in Huston?
How we gon' fall if Kanye produced it
Get the like we was boostin'
Now you like "Damn dog, you stole on it"
And you got a guy on the
Side like "You cold homie"
And then your girl walked up and
Put a robe on me, whoa homie
Slow down, why y'all niggas wanna clown?
Why ya'll niggas smoking brown, homie
I smoke green
Ya'll niggas smoked, I be smoking
Got more sacks than Mean Joe Green
Got a lotta jewelry but you got no bling
Got rims on your ride but you got no gleam
You don't got enough game to
Go against my team

Everybody wanna know why
We World Record Holders plus
Girls get naked for us 'cause
They heard we the coldest
Everybody wanna know why
We World Record Holders plus
Girls get naked for us 'cause
They heard we the coldest

I done did tracks for the best of them
I even did joints for the rest of them
And the way that Kanye finna murder this here
I heard they talk about arrestin' him
And then in less than a
Heart beat I make the chart heat up
Please don't start me up to
Get to know how I be spitting on tracks
To make these stacks I'm sitting on
When I rain on thugs, bring the pain on studs
Did your brain
(P-P pow) is your brain on slugs?
Cocking it back spitting it to
Lay you niggas down
See that's why I told you you
Don't want to play around
Dog, I'm sincere, ain't no wins here
Just guns, black gloves and black rims here
Next year? Man, you'll see me
In a culled out all black Lamborghini

Everybody wanna know why
We World Record Holders plus
Girls get naked for us 'cause
They heard we the coldest
Everybody wanna know why
We World Record Holders plus
Girls get naked for us 'cause
They heard we the coldest

On the real, dog, it's a done deal, dog
All my niggas done broke still, dog
Still tryin'a wonder why my S500 came
Straight through your hood like
In the club back rows
In the streets act known
Get your punk ass blown
Get whooped, get thrown
Like a winning field goal
Who the fuck finna go
Y'all niggas pitch slow nascar, who drove
Fuck that, Range Rove' got that at my home
Y'all niggas found out by running 100 yards
Y'all niggas out of bounds
Y'all niggas under ground say yo (Too loud)
Serious beat down see me roll and smoke and
Taking hit's like Sosa holy, controlling
Got shit, explosive pick the game up
So you motherfuckers know what

Everybody wanna know why
We World Record Holders plus
Girls get naked for us 'cause
They heard we the coldest
Everybody wanna know why
We World Record Holders plus
Girls get naked for us 'cause
They heard we the coldest