Gettin to It - Clyde Carson, Keak Da Sneak

Pull up with the dose up, cautious

They hatin' on a nigga, but the brauds love it all the time

You know what I ain’t 'bout

In the gang ain’t anybody that slow it up (come on)

I be on it ASAP

Get the dope, hit the club, pass the drank, roll it up

Great Benz and a Rolex (a Rolex)

Sprintin' to the money, but it’s no sweat

Trap niggas, I don’t see no threat

When I say dollar talkin', I see no, ya (ya)

She in love, cause it’s organised

Dealership, Frank Gotti, I’mma had to order mine

Ain’t done, cause it’s mortifying

Money stays on my mind

(Yeah)

My nigga, I be gettin' to it

Gettin' to it, gettin' to it

My nigga, I be gettin' to it

Gettin' to it, gettin' to it

My nigga, I be gettin' to this money

Gettin' to this kind

My nigga, I be gettin' to it

Gettin' to it, gettin' to it

(Ey)

From the Bay to LA to the San Diego

Shippin' chicken for the sauce d’Alfredo

Yeah, I look good, boy, ney, they can’t

They go cheese on my, I ain’t talkin' play dough

Properly respected, well connected, yeah, streets love me

Fuckin' with show your ride, gettin' to this money

Fool just ain’t call it stayin' hungry

You don’t hit my tummy boy, I’m gettin' money

a short line, fresh, yeah

Clear, only that wooden on the

Balenciagas on my feed, bill at 700

White gold chain 40 carats bouncin' off my stomach

From the, a nigga a night

Rescue his little TD folks and the nigga ran

Hussle in the and then they looked at rappin'

Only the best, I started

My nigga, I be gettin' to it

Gettin' to it, gettin' to it

My nigga, I be gettin' to it

Gettin' to it, gettin' to it

My nigga, I be gettin' to this money

Gettin' to this kind

My nigga, I be gettin' to it

Gettin' to it, gettin' to it