Young Thug, MPA Wicced, Yung Booke - Go Getta Lyrics

(Dollars) yeah hold up, Booke, where you at?
I'm in the 'yo, pull up, bro
Hold up, hold up, hold up, where you at?
I'm at the studio, bro, pull up

I let my homies air ya out
Like a car that's been sittin' for seven days
Yeah, and you can split the money seven ways
Or, let them strip you like
You work at Blaze, ooh
Ray Bans, dark shades
Yeah, purple syrup, call it pink lemonade
I'm paid and I sip syrup all day
It's my sport, you should call it Leanoray
Orange and purple, it's
Kush sprayed with finger spray
Nigga, I'm a junky, you niggas minor racks
I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that
I never ran from jack
If you make me run, shit, I'm back, uhhh

Ear piece is too cold
My neckpiece ridiculous
Ooh, my ring get me barking
Like it been frost bitten
I be gettin' bitches while you couch sittin'
You niggas soft as mitten
Don't make me pay a visit
See, I be in the kitchen
Rappin' and pitchin'
You know I gotta keep the smell down
Vacuum city you broke like a old elbow
You can't pay attention
See I be in the trenches and the bitches
Franklin steady knocking and I'm like
"Who is it?"
I let 'em right on in, now, why would I
You can ask your girlfriend
This money don't bend
I got the more hundreds
I ain't got them ones in

Oneway gettin' in and out this whip
This ain't no photo
And two nines stay with me, Rondo and Romo
Thug, fuck what they talkin' 'bout
Holmes got out too quick
Follow my footsteps
Better step over all the shit that I kick
Uh, where the Lysol?
Need a kickstand in the booth
'cause I been sippin'
So I might fall (Hold up)
Got my whites on and just
Sound like a motherfucker (Damn)
Turn the lights off (yeah)
Boss shit, take a loss get it right back
Yeah, tax write off
Fuck nigga, nah, we don't like ya'll
Damn, I'm a problem, can't solve me
I'm fly as a bitch me
Fake barbers tryna condone me
Nah, not happenin'
But we foldin' niggas like napkins
No round of applause, we clappin'
This Flya again what's crackin' nigga

Yeah, thank you, thank you gentlemen
Let me take that money is all I think about
I'm in love with that
Hunnids is all I'm bangin' on
I'm in love with cats
Money is all I'm talkin' now, now
Where Franklin at?
I'm bout kick in the prison
Like take Franklin at
Juney, they say you snitch, nigga
What's up with that? You homie
But my crew say you gotta go with that
You pissin' and shittin' on yourself, nigga
You wrong for that
And yeah, we, we from the sewer
But we don't fuck with rats
Ayy, and if I ran from you, nigga
I don't fuck with crack what up, crap?
OG Poppin', nigga
Ayy, freaky say fuck what they say
That nigga out too quick
And I'm like freaky nigga go
Ahead with that bullshit
'Cause both, both of ya'll nigga hard
Both of y'all got famous cliques
So let, let's get that rap money
Fuck them bricks
Uh, got stripes every day, it's zebra day
Uh, and if they play, let ninas spray
I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that
I never ran from jack
I mean they made me run but I'm back, uhh