Too money bag
Just see about it
Spent 400 bands
To be a thotty
Get low
Bring it to the flow
Ziggy feeling naughty
Getting kinda
Little in ya soul
Let me heal ya
Gandhi
Been ungodly
Been around the globe
Vision keen
Getting money
Spend it on the note
And the green
Prodigy
Probably hated on
But I never heed
Sealing all the eat
Widely
Hot seat
Watch me
I slight roll with a tip
Might pull
If you heavy on the hip
French dip
Hype known
With a gift
Revealing all the back up heads
But Ima let u finish
Let me vent it
I
Hit em with the low brawl
Did em
Been a problem
Get em with the
Glow job
Dough long
No flaws
Hitting with the whole squad
Lit inside the lobby
Getting bodied
Bitch get off me
Sitting Saudi
Wit and doughty
I'm just chilling on the beat
You tryna figure out
How to get like me
You get me
Find a sheet
When I leak
Bigger than ya scene be
But I speak with a peak
So sleek
News
I'm the headline and the rep
Bitches showing bra
With the Henny
Down they chest
So fresh
With the set
Bet
They f*cking on the ex
Too blessed
To confess
Get it
I ain't done yet
Just leaked
The street is complete
Should of stacked up
Talking a band
Talking about a 3 peat
Yes
The heat is on me
Inviting
Come greet
Front seat
Lunch meat
Must see
Gusty
But
I'm stacking the paper
Clapping the faker
I f*ck on a hater
I'm breaking they necks
I'm through with the baiter
A true innovator
I'm dad on a Vader
I'm cashing checks
Commando
Like Rambo
Tact and equip
You phantom
I didn't regret
Did it the best
I figured it out
You ransom
Back in the building
I'm sitting a threat
Stick with the one
I'm ready
I'm set
You picking a short
I'm picking a jet
Triggered the boy
Ain't no bringing him back
Tiggo bitties
I'm hitting her friend
The booty is fat
Sick with the brain
And pitted in fact
A product of being
And summoned of land
I'm just chilling on the beat
You tryna figure out
How to get like me
You debris
Get me
Like reheat
I repeat
Flickered now your gone
Slipping
In retreat
You deceit
Trust me
Find a seat dusty
Sleepy niggas don't
Reap in my dreams
Grind elite
Time is cream
Got receipt
It's a thriller
You on defeat
Gotta eat
I run free
You get me
Nine - GetMe Lyrics
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Too money bag
Just see about it
Spent 400 bands
To be a thotty
Get low
Bring it to the flow
Ziggy feeling naughty
Getting kinda
Little in ya soul
Let me heal ya
Gandhi
Been ungodly
Been around the globe
Vision keen
Getting money
Spend it on the note
And the green
Prodigy
Probably hated on
But I never heed
Sealing all the eat
Widely
Hot seat
Watch me
I slight roll with a tip
Might pull
If you heavy on the hip
French dip
Hype known
With a gift
Revealing all the back up heads
But Ima let u finish
Let me vent it
I
Hit em with the low brawl
Did em
Been a problem
Get em with the
Glow job
Dough long
No flaws
Hitting with the whole squad
Lit inside the lobby
Getting bodied
Bitch get off me
Sitting Saudi
Wit and doughty
I'm just chilling on the beat
You tryna figure out
How to get like me
You get me
Find a sheet
When I leak
Bigger than ya scene be
But I speak with a peak
So sleek
News
I'm the headline and the rep
Bitches showing bra
With the Henny
Down they chest
So fresh
With the set
Bet
They f*cking on the ex
Too blessed
To confess
Get it
I ain't done yet
Just leaked
The street is complete
Should of stacked up
Talking a band
Talking about a 3 peat
Yes
The heat is on me
Inviting
Come greet
Front seat
Lunch meat
Must see
Gusty
But
I'm stacking the paper
Clapping the faker
I f*ck on a hater
I'm breaking they necks
I'm through with the baiter
A true innovator
I'm dad on a Vader
I'm cashing checks
Commando
Like Rambo
Tact and equip
You phantom
I didn't regret
Did it the best
I figured it out
You ransom
Back in the building
I'm sitting a threat
Stick with the one
I'm ready
I'm set
You picking a short
I'm picking a jet
Triggered the boy
Ain't no bringing him back
Tiggo bitties
I'm hitting her friend
The booty is fat
Sick with the brain
And pitted in fact
A product of being
And summoned of land
I'm just chilling on the beat
You tryna figure out
How to get like me
You debris
Get me
Like reheat
I repeat
Flickered now your gone
Slipping
In retreat
You deceit
Trust me
Find a seat dusty
Sleepy niggas don't
Reap in my dreams
Grind elite
Time is cream
Got receipt
It's a thriller
You on defeat
Gotta eat
I run free
You get me
Just see about it
Spent 400 bands
To be a thotty
Get low
Bring it to the flow
Ziggy feeling naughty
Getting kinda
Little in ya soul
Let me heal ya
Gandhi
Been ungodly
Been around the globe
Vision keen
Getting money
Spend it on the note
And the green
Prodigy
Probably hated on
But I never heed
Sealing all the eat
Widely
Hot seat
Watch me
I slight roll with a tip
Might pull
If you heavy on the hip
French dip
Hype known
With a gift
Revealing all the back up heads
But Ima let u finish
Let me vent it
I
Hit em with the low brawl
Did em
Been a problem
Get em with the
Glow job
Dough long
No flaws
Hitting with the whole squad
Lit inside the lobby
Getting bodied
Bitch get off me
Sitting Saudi
Wit and doughty
I'm just chilling on the beat
You tryna figure out
How to get like me
You get me
Find a sheet
When I leak
Bigger than ya scene be
But I speak with a peak
So sleek
News
I'm the headline and the rep
Bitches showing bra
With the Henny
Down they chest
So fresh
With the set
Bet
They f*cking on the ex
Too blessed
To confess
Get it
I ain't done yet
Just leaked
The street is complete
Should of stacked up
Talking a band
Talking about a 3 peat
Yes
The heat is on me
Inviting
Come greet
Front seat
Lunch meat
Must see
Gusty
But
I'm stacking the paper
Clapping the faker
I f*ck on a hater
I'm breaking they necks
I'm through with the baiter
A true innovator
I'm dad on a Vader
I'm cashing checks
Commando
Like Rambo
Tact and equip
You phantom
I didn't regret
Did it the best
I figured it out
You ransom
Back in the building
I'm sitting a threat
Stick with the one
I'm ready
I'm set
You picking a short
I'm picking a jet
Triggered the boy
Ain't no bringing him back
Tiggo bitties
I'm hitting her friend
The booty is fat
Sick with the brain
And pitted in fact
A product of being
And summoned of land
I'm just chilling on the beat
You tryna figure out
How to get like me
You debris
Get me
Like reheat
I repeat
Flickered now your gone
Slipping
In retreat
You deceit
Trust me
Find a seat dusty
Sleepy niggas don't
Reap in my dreams
Grind elite
Time is cream
Got receipt
It's a thriller
You on defeat
Gotta eat
I run free
You get me
Writer: MARQUES JAMES TURNER
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