Warhol.SS - Go Get It lyrics
[Warhol.SS - Go Get It lyrics]
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
40 pointers sittin' inside my partner bezzel
Do this shit for motivation
It ain't nothin' better
I can see the demons lurkin'
I been facing several
They can't touch the kid
It's crazy and I know they hate it
Murakami pillowcases, hoe ain't nothin' basic
I pop half a Xan, call that tunnel vision
I don't know you niggas
I can't ask to kick it
If I ain't rap I swear to
God I wouldn't have no Instagram
All that clout get no attention
But them dollars can
Checks comin', checks, checks
Hit that money dance
Checks talkin', checks, checks
Keep em' comin' in
Fetti, cash, hunnids', fifties
Checkin' bags, rubber band the twenties
Takin' trips, we ain't in citiеs
Road runnin' for that paper we
Gon' go and get it
Fеtti, cash, hunnids', fifties
Checkin' bags, rubber band the twenties
Takin' trips, we ain't in cities
Road runnin' for that paper we
Gon' go and get it
Take a trip up out the
Country for a different vibe
In that candy color Urus, color clementine
How you find that? We connected nigga
Nevermind had my momma stand on top
This paper now she 7'5"
Roll a blunt of Metro
Get to workin' now I'm energized
I put dick up in her on
Two Perkies now she mesmerized
And these niggas pussy
When they see me they get petrified
Keep this shit a hunnid', I'll
Forever keep it gangster
We ain't tellin' lies
Fetti, cash, hunnids', fifties
Checkin' bags, rubber band the twenties
Takin' trips, we ain't in cities
Road runnin' for that paper we
Gon' go and get it
Fetti, cash, hunnids', fifties
Checkin' bags, rubber band the twenties
Takin' trips, we ain't in cities
Road runnin' for that paper we
Gon' go and get it
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
40 pointers sittin' inside my partner bezzel
Do this shit for motivation
It ain't nothin' better
I can see the demons lurkin'
I been facing several
They can't touch the kid
It's crazy and I know they hate it
Murakami pillowcases, hoe ain't nothin' basic
I pop half a Xan, call that tunnel vision
I don't know you niggas
I can't ask to kick it
If I ain't rap I swear to
God I wouldn't have no Instagram
All that clout get no attention
But them dollars can
Checks comin', checks, checks
Hit that money dance
Checks talkin', checks, checks
Keep em' comin' in
Fetti, cash, hunnids', fifties
Checkin' bags, rubber band the twenties
Takin' trips, we ain't in citiеs
Road runnin' for that paper we
Gon' go and get it
Fеtti, cash, hunnids', fifties
Checkin' bags, rubber band the twenties
Takin' trips, we ain't in cities
Road runnin' for that paper we
Gon' go and get it
Take a trip up out the
Country for a different vibe
In that candy color Urus, color clementine
How you find that? We connected nigga
Nevermind had my momma stand on top
This paper now she 7'5"
Roll a blunt of Metro
Get to workin' now I'm energized
I put dick up in her on
Two Perkies now she mesmerized
And these niggas pussy
When they see me they get petrified
Keep this shit a hunnid', I'll
Forever keep it gangster
We ain't tellin' lies
Fetti, cash, hunnids', fifties
Checkin' bags, rubber band the twenties
Takin' trips, we ain't in cities
Road runnin' for that paper we
Gon' go and get it
Fetti, cash, hunnids', fifties
Checkin' bags, rubber band the twenties
Takin' trips, we ain't in cities
Road runnin' for that paper we
Gon' go and get it
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)