Ty Dolla $ign, Wiz Khalifa - Go Get It lyrics
Ty Dolla $ign [Tyrone William Griffin Jr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ty Dolla $ign, Wiz Khalifa - Go Get It lyrics]
I got my top down, chillin'
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
And I don't play
Rolling Kush, pop bottles of that Rosay
From Atlanta, fresh pare of Chuck Tay
And care less what the rest of the world say
I'm gon' ball 'til I fall out
And I don't hold back shit, I go all out
Big money, fast livin', what your boy about
Broadcast, so I'm spendin' 'til I'm all out
And you know I go get it
Charm on the J match the Pitzberg fitted
Eyes real low, I keep the smoke litted
Lean to the side, so Pitzberg with it
Nobody done it like this young nigga
From where I'm from, live like I'm livin'
Out of state trips
I'm off the coast chillin'
Champagne spillin'
You can just say I'm gettin' it
I got my top down, chillin'
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Picture me frontin', got 'em mad
'cause that weed bluntin'
It's where them niggas up in VIP stuntin'
Came here alone
But I'm leavin' with somethin'
Hop in my truck
And I show you what I live like
Fast money, finer things, yeah the good life
Look at me, see what a real nigga look like
And all them hoes go live if you look right
On some shit that you ain't on
Gucci everythin', you still got them apes on
I don't make songs, I make anthems
You getting your's
Feel free to put your hands up
Terrace on the track
And we bringing them bottles out
You getting money
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Champagne spillin'
You can just say I'm gettin' it
I got my top down, chillin'
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it, yeah
When I wake up in the mornin', I go get it
Me and all the homies, we go get it
This is for the niggas and the bitches
That's all about they riches
'Cause they wasn't born with it
So when I wake up in the mornin', I go get it
Me and all the homies, we go get it
This is for the niggas and the bitches
That's all about they riches
'Cause they wasn't born with it
I got my top down, chillin'
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it, yeah
Ay, haha, this has been brought to you
By Ty Dolla $ign, Neka, Wiz Khalifa
And me, myself, and I'm Terrace Martin
You dig? So ay, ay, Ty
Sing it one time for 'em, man
I got my top down, chillin'
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it, yeah
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
And I don't play
Rolling Kush, pop bottles of that Rosay
From Atlanta, fresh pare of Chuck Tay
And care less what the rest of the world say
I'm gon' ball 'til I fall out
And I don't hold back shit, I go all out
Big money, fast livin', what your boy about
Broadcast, so I'm spendin' 'til I'm all out
And you know I go get it
Charm on the J match the Pitzberg fitted
Eyes real low, I keep the smoke litted
Lean to the side, so Pitzberg with it
Nobody done it like this young nigga
From where I'm from, live like I'm livin'
Out of state trips
I'm off the coast chillin'
Champagne spillin'
You can just say I'm gettin' it
I got my top down, chillin'
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Picture me frontin', got 'em mad
'cause that weed bluntin'
It's where them niggas up in VIP stuntin'
Came here alone
But I'm leavin' with somethin'
Hop in my truck
And I show you what I live like
Fast money, finer things, yeah the good life
Look at me, see what a real nigga look like
And all them hoes go live if you look right
On some shit that you ain't on
Gucci everythin', you still got them apes on
I don't make songs, I make anthems
You getting your's
Feel free to put your hands up
Terrace on the track
And we bringing them bottles out
You getting money
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Champagne spillin'
You can just say I'm gettin' it
I got my top down, chillin'
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it, yeah
When I wake up in the mornin', I go get it
Me and all the homies, we go get it
This is for the niggas and the bitches
That's all about they riches
'Cause they wasn't born with it
So when I wake up in the mornin', I go get it
Me and all the homies, we go get it
This is for the niggas and the bitches
That's all about they riches
'Cause they wasn't born with it
I got my top down, chillin'
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it, yeah
Ay, haha, this has been brought to you
By Ty Dolla $ign, Neka, Wiz Khalifa
And me, myself, and I'm Terrace Martin
You dig? So ay, ay, Ty
Sing it one time for 'em, man
I got my top down, chillin'
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it, yeah