Travis Scott, Meek Mill - I Get It lyrics
Travis Scott [Jacques Bermon Webster II] Houston, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Travis Scott, Meek Mill - I Get It lyrics]
Stepping off 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 and reached and get aired
You fuck around and get checked
Doctor pump your chest like clear
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 them haters gon' hate, fuck them
'cause all them hoes gon' cheer
Yeah my mic life and my bike life got
A bad bitch and she tight and nice
'Cause I'm 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 them 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 them hoes go figure
Wake me up and I'm snoring
Choking over whole gang of chains
She slept over the morning
A nigga ain't good with this naming 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 who hitting 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 them 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 them hoes go figure
Diamonds on me so clear
Dime hoes that I share
Y'all couldn't go near
I say, pussy nigga I dare
You try and reached and get aired
You fuck around and get checked
Doctor pump your chest like clear
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 them haters gon' hate, fuck them
'cause all them hoes gon' cheer
Yeah my mic life and my bike life got
A bad bitch and she tight and nice
'Cause I'm 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 them 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 them hoes go figure
Wake me up and I'm snoring
Choking over whole gang of chains
She slept over the morning
A nigga ain't good with this naming 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 who hitting 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 them 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 them hoes go figure