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Performed By: Kbo!
Length: 2:38
Written by: JIMMY JOHNSON




Kbo! - Get It Lyrics




They ain't f*ck wit me when I ain't have shit
Made it out my city
Now they thinkin I'm
Rich
Tryna Make this money but they ain't calling me Mitch
Momma said get yo paper
So you kno it's f*ck a bitch

Get yo bag up
Get yo bag up
Middle fingers to them haters
Homie Get yo cash up

My cuzin toat that 40 case a nigga act up
Get yo ass lit up
Just like the last blunt

So you know I'm bouta
Roll something
Smoke something
Like I'm snoop
So high a nigga mind gone like a coupe

When u tryna be great
Don't follow suit
No Paul Pierce but she say I'm the truth

Tryna get it
I can tell u how to get it nigga
Gettin paper if u wit it then I'm wit nigga
Mind on a million pile it to the ceiling nigga
Hands up if you feelin how I'm feelin nigga

Tyna get it nigga
Tell me how u get it nigga
I was pitchin mail
Busting down that Killa nigga

Got some niggas who done came from water whippin nigga
Do the dishes yeah they still in the kitchen

But im
Still on the stove
Flow yeah a nigga cold
Bo stay ten toes
K yea he pure as gold
And the team neva fold

Stay clutch under pressure
Money power and Respect
Life taught a nigga lessons
Lawd knows I been stressed
But I thank him fa the blessin
But he put me to the test

And yea I passed it
Right after I ashed it
John cena can't see me get ya glasses
Feel like jimmy outta space how I'm blastin
Off
Neva hate
And
Keep the cash involved K

Tryna get it
I can tell u how to get it nigga
Gettin paper if u wit it then I'm wit nigga
Mind on a million pile it to the ceiling nigga
Hands up if you feelin how I'm feelin nigga
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They ain't f*ck wit me when I ain't have shit
Made it out my city
Now they thinkin I'm
Rich
Tryna Make this money but they ain't calling me Mitch
Momma said get yo paper
So you kno it's f*ck a bitch

Get yo bag up
Get yo bag up
Middle fingers to them haters
Homie Get yo cash up

My cuzin toat that 40 case a nigga act up
Get yo ass lit up
Just like the last blunt

So you know I'm bouta
Roll something
Smoke something
Like I'm snoop
So high a nigga mind gone like a coupe

When u tryna be great
Don't follow suit
No Paul Pierce but she say I'm the truth

Tryna get it
I can tell u how to get it nigga
Gettin paper if u wit it then I'm wit nigga
Mind on a million pile it to the ceiling nigga
Hands up if you feelin how I'm feelin nigga

Tyna get it nigga
Tell me how u get it nigga
I was pitchin mail
Busting down that Killa nigga

Got some niggas who done came from water whippin nigga
Do the dishes yeah they still in the kitchen

But im
Still on the stove
Flow yeah a nigga cold
Bo stay ten toes
K yea he pure as gold
And the team neva fold

Stay clutch under pressure
Money power and Respect
Life taught a nigga lessons
Lawd knows I been stressed
But I thank him fa the blessin
But he put me to the test

And yea I passed it
Right after I ashed it
John cena can't see me get ya glasses
Feel like jimmy outta space how I'm blastin
Off
Neva hate
And
Keep the cash involved K

Tryna get it
I can tell u how to get it nigga
Gettin paper if u wit it then I'm wit nigga
Mind on a million pile it to the ceiling nigga
Hands up if you feelin how I'm feelin nigga
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Writer: JIMMY JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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