Meek Mill ft. Travis Scott - I Get It Lyrics

Steppin' of of 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
Yeah 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 might life and my bite 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 fuckin' with my mixtape
Nigga smokin' 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 (get it), young nigga I get it (get it)
Neck full of that gold (gold), gold rollie go with it (with it)
Gold H on my belt (belt), phone full of gold diggers (dig)
Sippin' gold bottles of Spade (Spade), tell them hoes go figure, ah

Young nigga I get it (get it), young nigga I get it (get it)
Neck full of that gold (gold), gold rollie go with it (with it)
Gold H on my belt (belt), phone full of gold diggers (dig)
Sippin' gold bottles of Spade (Spade), tell them hoes go figure, ah

Wake me up and I'm snorin', chokin' over whole gang of chains
She slept over the mornin'
A nigga ain't good with this namin' game
Ain't need you fuckin' me over, pyramids on my pinky ring
And we dippin' out, she pullin' 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 fallin' out
I guess that bitch done nut up
Crazy thing about it, her best friend is ridin' shotty
I knocked her down in her 'rari, then drove off on Ducatti
Holy mother Mary, guess who hittin' my berry
A pair of double D's, I guess she out in Paris
Damn Tony them cantaloupes, fuck about gettin' Mary
She said her ex was Larry, but fuck that nigga Larry
Damn this shit is scary, I thought I seen the fairy
Fuckin' with that white milk, just might call it dairy
Ride around just me and Meek, a couple dimes and that's twenty
Sit behind while we pull around, we might blind with canaries

Young nigga I get it (get it), young nigga I get it (get it)
Neck full of that gold (gold), gold rollie go with it (with it)
Gold H on my belt (belt), phone full of gold diggers (dig)
Sippin' gold bottles of Spade (Spade), tell them hoes go figure, ah

Young nigga I get it (get it), young nigga I get it (get it)
Neck full of that gold (gold), gold rollie go with it (with it)
Gold H on my belt (belt), phone full of gold diggers (dig)
Sippin' gold bottles of Spade (Spade), tell them hoes go figure, ah