J. Mari - Whenigetit* Lyrics

I'm thinking bout cashing it out put some diamonds on me they the price of your house
Tell that old little bitch baby beat it you out
Bitch your pussy was weak really feeling the drought
Send yo dogs after you they was playing as scouts
Send my check through the mail got enough in pouch
Bitch I walk in Versace i'm buying it out
F*cked your bitch on the sprinter and nut in her mouth

When I get it I got it nobody can stop it
Bitch i'm up for the score and nobody can block it
I got twenty something bands and that's stuffed in pocket
Let that boy hit a lick til' that hornet say stop it
Got eight for this n***a most of em gone pop em
Double r dripping blood like a stuttering rocket
Slap her ass with the mag and I told her to pop it
And i'm grabbing on ass, as she riding my rocket

Walking out of Neiman Marcus bitch i'm looking really fly
Bitch I pop every tag and I pray they gone die
Smoke that dutch for the gang everyday i've been high
I've been climbing many years for the top i'm gone rise
I'm feeling like rocky i'm always gone strive
I shoot for the head double points for the eye
Got smoke Well then blow it I ain't ready for the ties
N****s throwing up the C's with the blood hmm naaa

Feeling like the man cause i'm bussin
Billion dollar n***a turned nothing into something yeah
When I get it i'm jumping six hundred text
F*ck that bitch cause i'm thuggin (Yeah)
Armed in this bitch we hugging (Yeah)
Making this money I love it (Yeah)
Claim he a shooter he thuggin (Bow)
Forget all this shit know nothing (Yeah)

I'm thinking bout cashing it out put some gold in my house need to find me a spouse
Gonna slap on her ass put my dick her mouth
I ain't taking it out baby this what you bout (Yeah, yeah)
Walk in the bitch let it out for the bands in my hands and whats under the couch
I got thirty two thousand that's zipped in my pouch
Number one on the charts it just tripled my mount

When I get it I got it nobody can stop it
Bitch i'm up for the score and nobody can block it
I got twenty something bands and that's stuffed in pocket
Let that boy hit a lick till that hornet say stop it
Got eight for this nigga most of em gone pop em
Double r dripping blood like a stuttering rocket
Slap her ass with the mag and I told her to pop it
And i'm grabbing on ass as she riding my rocket

When I get it I got it we high and straight bopping
I fill up my pocket and ice out my body
They pop like a soda them boys cannot drop me
I live where you dreaming you never could top me
Got hittas they posted they strong arming bodies
They stay right behind me and even beside me
I load up my tooley I bus it come find me
A glock call it Bobby now n***a come try me

But on a real note bro when you get that money bruh you gotta invest bruh
You gotta put up bruh
You can splurge but you gotta be smart with it n***a

When I get it I got it nobody can stop it
Bitch i'm up for the score and nobody can block it
I got twenty something bands and that's stuffed in pocket
Let that boy hit a lick till that hornet say stop it
Got eight for this n***a most of em gone pop em
Double r dripping blood like a stuttering rocket
Slap her ass with the mag and I told her to pop it
And i'm grabbing on ass as she riding my rocket