Big Sean - Getcha Some lyrics

Shit, you want my shoes? You want my shirt?
My jewels too, nigga?
Well you need gon' getcha some
Gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha, gon' getcha some
Gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha, gon' getcha some
Gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha, gon' getcha some
Gon' gon' getcha some

Fresh, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic
Polo, Louie to Gucci
Like that's one fresh jacket
They looking at a nigga
Like that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich, bitch
See the shit that this cash get?

You can't afford the price
So why the hell would you ask it?
These faggots try and snatch it
Get they ass in a casket
Ya honey love me, she admire the fashion
And I call her baby girl
Just like her dad did
There's 100's on my paper like
A smart ass class kid
Because I'm on top my route, like an ad lib
And you should holla mamma
Dolce and Gabbana mamma
Gotta a whole lot o' mamma
Fendi and the Prada so you need to
Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some
But to get boy you gotta be rich or something
And my attire hard
Hard like my dick or something
I made more then ends meat
My nigga BIG told me he was bout the Benji's
I'm in the lime light 'til
The point my skin green
And living my dreams 'til the point you
Should pinch me to convince me

Fresh, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic
Polo, Louie to Gucci
Like that's one fresh jacket
They looking at a nigga
Like that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich, bitch
See the shit that this cash get?
Well you need to, gon' getcha some
Gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some

If I told you where to get it
You niggas still wouldn't grab it
Just to pronounce it, you gotta add an accent
And they ask, can they call me grocery store?
Cause my pockets full of paper and plastic
Man, you not avoiding my Asian persuasion
Excuse the lil Ape in ya face
It stays Bathing
And when the heat blaze on high beams
You scream, I scream
For some cold ass ice cream
You need to gon' getcha some
Gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some
Pose for the hoes
They might wanna take a pic or something
Hop up in the ride
They might wanna let me stick or something
There's some things, I don't like
I love them Nike's
But not the white on white's
Forget the price tags
Cause I get what I like
And your girl looking for me
Because she like the pipe, ya dig?

Fresh, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic
Polo, Louie to Gucci
Like that's one fresh jacket
They looking at a nigga
Like that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich, bitch
See the shit that this cash get?
Well you need to, gon' getcha some
Gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some

Dog, the fabric on my ass is
Satin and it's sad n
You think you could afford this fabric
When it comes to the hoes I'm
The man like Shaft is cuz I'm clean cut and
Handle them like baggage
Atheists turn Christian when I
Rock my True Religions
Dog, It's that real when I'm rockin pastelle?
These niggas wanna wonder what
They have on me?
I'm stickin to my roots like LRG
Go n getcha some, go go an getcha some
Pose for the hoes they might wanna
Take a pic or somethin
Hop up in the ride they might
Wanna let me stick em some
The rag 'round my neck complement the outfit
I'm out with brawds you be
Watchin from your couches
But I'mma need money power respect
Find a little piece of Jesus and
I threw em round my neck that's

Fresh, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic
Polo, Louie to Gucci
Like that's one fresh jacket
They looking at a nigga
Like that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich, bitch
See the shit that this cash get?
Well you need to, gon' getcha some
Gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some