Go Get It
[Intro Skit]

Lando:
I said it I need it so bitch imma get it
I wrap it i sell it post office i mail it
Pull up runnin' down, not askin' who said it
My niggas get cash we don't use no credit
Swerve on your block imma scheme to get it
He lookin' at me so mean not stressin'
This shit she do for the team is a blessin'
I just smoked some weed now the ceilimg is stretchin'

That lil bitch she a fiend for attention
Got in her ovaries now she overly obssesive
The flow is agressive
I pray to the lord that they never forget me
Never regret me
Doin' the race hope the police don't catch me
Free Lil Tay yea that boy he a demon
Murder she wrote & im writin' the sequel
Shit gettin' serious while hot
Summertime no niggas lurkin 'round blocks
We takin your chain & your kicks & your watch
Cash on my mind got a stash in a ziploc
Big Glocks niggas talkin down get your lip locked
When shit pop niggas gettin low like hopscotch
Told her don't watch face yea 'cause the block hot
Yea she mine 'cause she knoe I got the guap, yea
Watch me pull up in a 2 door drop top
Watch me flex on these niggas 'cause they not hot
(They not, They not!)

Get to the cash you kno imma get it
Got Dee in the booth & we cookin up lettuce
These niggas be scared they know how we comin'
We gon' pull up & we don't do the runnin'
The 100 round drum in 1 shot then we done him

DeeNero:
Lil nigga im bouta make it
Money dont care bout that fame shit
Fly nigga pull up in a spaceship
Niggas they see me won't say shit
You can't be me nigga face it
Hop inna rarri we racin
Bich wanna cuff me she basic
I need it now im not patient

I get it i got it got dope from the tropics
Money so fat keep fallin out my pocket
Bitch im no snitch i got dimes i won't drop it
You hatin on me tell that fuck nigga stop it
I got a ap you go blind if u watch it
Bitch steady frontin you kno imma block it
You can't be my migo if you act too hotty
Got 30 missed calls man that bitch on my body

Bitch on my dick & she want be my lover
Pussy so good i almost shot the club up
Bitches be sus i be strapped wit the rubber
I beat it, i skeet, delete it, i dub her

Run it up nigga we hot like the summer
Niggas so phoney they be undercover
Flex when i drip i be ballin like rucker
You won't catch me slippin thats word to my mother

All i think about is tryna get my dough up
Run it up a couple hundred in my sofa
Neva lackin couple hundred in the toaster
Like a bag i tote that heat up in my holster

Make sure my niggas eat i gotta keep.my bros up
Fuck these bitches we dont eva cuff these hoes up
Niggas hatin on me gotta keep my foes up
Neva trust them keep on grindin get that dough up