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Get Up Go Get It Video (MV)




Performed By: Trak$uit Matthew
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Matthew Beckles
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Trak$uit Matthew - Get Up Go Get It Lyrics
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Stop watchin me bitch Get up n go get it
Get off yo ass n get some business
My kids gon have cuban linx when im finished
Wit some real estate privilege
My stocks came in im bout ta make a killin
You should know how I'm feeling
My stocks came in im bout ta make a killin
Stack the money tall ta the ceiling
Steppin out the whip im lookin like a brick
Dope nigga wit the cocaine fit
Gold on my neck match the gold on my wrist
Wit a bad bitch bout ta go on some trips
Just had dinner bout ta go to the crib
Hoe know what it is
Just had dinner bout ta go to the crib
Hoe you know what it is
Knock her head off for the culture
Bend it over
Buss it open
Ima hold ya hips tight while im stroking in that ocean
Super soaker
It get wetter when im pokin
Uh
Round 2 baby I don't think you had enough
Subtracting hard work to get paid?
That ain't addin up
Nah
That ain't addin up
Subtracting all your morals for fame?
You a snake ta us
Watch the grass get cut
Stop watchin me bitch Get up n go get it
Get off yo ass n get some business
My kids gon have cuban linx when im finished
Wit some real estate privilege
My stocks came in im bout ta make a killin
You should know how I'm feeling
My stocks came in im bout ta make a killin
Stack the money tall ta the ceiling
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English

Stop watchin me bitch Get up n go get it
Get off yo ass n get some business
My kids gon have cuban linx when im finished
Wit some real estate privilege
My stocks came in im bout ta make a killin
You should know how I'm feeling
My stocks came in im bout ta make a killin
Stack the money tall ta the ceiling
Steppin out the whip im lookin like a brick
Dope nigga wit the cocaine fit
Gold on my neck match the gold on my wrist
Wit a bad bitch bout ta go on some trips
Just had dinner bout ta go to the crib
Hoe know what it is
Just had dinner bout ta go to the crib
Hoe you know what it is
Knock her head off for the culture
Bend it over
Buss it open
Ima hold ya hips tight while im stroking in that ocean
Super soaker
It get wetter when im pokin
Uh
Round 2 baby I don't think you had enough
Subtracting hard work to get paid?
That ain't addin up
Nah
That ain't addin up
Subtracting all your morals for fame?
You a snake ta us
Watch the grass get cut
Stop watchin me bitch Get up n go get it
Get off yo ass n get some business
My kids gon have cuban linx when im finished
Wit some real estate privilege
My stocks came in im bout ta make a killin
You should know how I'm feeling
My stocks came in im bout ta make a killin
Stack the money tall ta the ceiling
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Writer: Matthew Beckles
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