Get the Strap (feat. Casanova, 6ix9ine & 50 Cent) - Uncle Murda

Man, I finna do my thang (get up!) It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne (get up!) Trust me homie I'm not playin' (get up!) I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up!) I came to bring you that California love And a little New York hate, it's all of the above I'm not playin', I said I'm off the chain You niggas better follow instructions, I said (get up!) I ball 'til I fall, stunt 'til I drop 'Em off the showroom floor, not the used car lot You buy a bottle, I buy the bar I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras When I get into it, I get into it Everybody can't do it the way I do it I make it rain, 'til the sun come out A nigga playin', we make the guns come out Now, my question is who they gon' blame When I'm back number one on the Billboard again? Shit shift now, the game done changed Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple Rain I guess I made the kids want slang And N.W.A. made the West Coast bang Nah, it's just music man, it's just music Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it I have the savoir-faire I'm the reason everybody here, I say (get up!) I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin'? I really don't care, I said (get up!) I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move And get all into the groove, I say (get up!) I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!) Yeah lady, you look good, I wan' get to know you better You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos You got a Bentley Coupe booty, baby, I wanna drive See it'll tell you what your mileage is when I'm inside I wanna take you for a spin, you know, 'round and 'round Switch gears 'til your love comes down I take you to the point of no return, if you listen you learn Just how a nigga earn, I got money to burn While they can't get a place, she drop the bomb on me It's up and down and up and down gracefully Rick James would've said She a Brick House But Fifty you should go home and see what that bitch 'bout I find out she like it how I like it, huh Back it up, get ya some, I know how to get ya sprung Tune ya up and use the tongue, under the hood is so good She said it so good, goddamn I'm so hood, nigga what up? I have the savoir-faire I'm the reason everybody here, I say (get up!) I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin'? I really don't care, I said (get up!) I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move And get all into the groove, I say (get up!) I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!) And get into it You're now rockin' with the Unit, I say (get up!) And get into it We gon' show you just how we do it, I said (get up!) Aftermath Still Shady Aftermath, I said (get up!) Aftermath Still Shady Aftermath

Yeah Na-na-na-na Yeah Na-na-na-na Now me I'm the life of the party A little bit of juice little bit of the gin A little bit of Mo et play bottles of the Rose Feel a little buzz then I'm gettin' it in... Now me I get it in, I get it in... Me I get it in, I get it in... Now me I get it in, I get it in... Me I get it in, I get it in... Look as soon as I step in the club I swear my nigga you can feel the attention shift Started around twelve ended up around two I better leave with more hoes than I came here with I can't be responsible for what I say or I do when I talk intoxicated Shorty say I told her I love her I put her out the next mornin' sayin' bitch I must have been faded I don't know what you heard about me but the word about me that I'm no trick I'm no sucker I'm no chump I be in the VIP with my niggaz 'round me sayin' y'all can have whatever you want... Me I get it in Sunday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in... I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so, I go hard when it's time to play Shorty get to droppin' it low, like the dancers do, in the Go-Go in front of me She know I like to see her dance she get to breakin' it down we get the bouncin' outta control Because I got a hell of a flow we got paper to blow my whole clique pop bottles galore It's no secret the hood done peeped it when we come through son we look like bread My '89 grind make my old nine shine like we been movin' bricks 'round this bitch for years I say I get it in it's because I get it in, now shorty there a eight but her friend near a ten I finna spend my G she fuck with me I'm into win, I'm cooler than her ma then we do this shit again Me I get it in Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink Na-na-na-na-Now me I'm the life of the party A little bit of juice little bit of the gin A little bit of Mo et play bottles of the Rose Feel a little buzz then I'm gettin' it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in