I Get It in (feat. Gucci Rie) - Cartier Tae

Realest (realest), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Hold up, Baby (Baby) You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it? I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some hate shit See I'm out in public, why don't never say shit? They know I would pay for them to get a facelift Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement Opps talkin' crazy, hope my Glock don't jam Gotta make it back home, take care of my lil' one When it's time to ride, I'm like fuck makin' a diss song Went and bought a Wraith just for somethin' for us to sit on Every rapper on the come-up send a song for me to get on Ain't nothin' wrong, I used the plug for me to get on Ten thousand dollar outfit, I got this shit on DM-in' my hoe, another nigga I'ma shit on Realest (realest), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em (Wop) Gucci cuttin' up, time for a button-up (huh) Haters face crunched up like I cut an onion up (damn) Your rent pay for what I paid for the temp fade (huh?) Got the blocks any day, yeah, them Dikembes (blockies) Got the trap goin' up on a Wednesday (up) Samurai, choppin' up work like a sensei (Wop) Keyser Söze, vibe out like Coldplay They don't really know no nothin' 'bout the old Ray (no) Trappin' out my Box Chevy, me and OJ (huh) Michael Jackson with the glove, Annie, are you okay? (Wow) Junkies in the hood singin' like the old Jay Dope so good, make your uncle sell the Bluray (damn) Drop the top off the Rolls like a toupée Fiasco when I pull up like I'm Lupe (uh) Castro, but now in the new day Shoot him in the head, I ain't never like him, no way Billie Jean, bitch I'm tryna see your whole team He think he slick so I shot him in the doorway (huh) Another murder, boy, known for duckin' murder charge Double murder, tried to pin it on me like I'm OJ (wow) Quadruple cross him like a nigga owe me Cold-hearted like I never had a vertebrae (it's Gucci) Boss talk, make 'em bring it to your doorway 4 Pockets Full, whippin' up a four-way Realest (realest), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Engine in the rear, put a million in the front (rear) What the fuck is fear? Chopper eat you like it's lunch (fear) Fourth and long, nigga, but we don't go for the punt (long) Lookin' at the thottie body, this hoe is a runt (thottie) Wait, when we draw the chopper, niggas start to run? (Wait) Wait, these bitches wanna come fuck with a don? (Woo) Wait, if a nigga talk about some funds, I relate (relate) You hate, I did the race, Tay-K (skrrt) Thinkin' like I'm Meech, M's in the vase (Meech) Practice what I preach, money on the daily (practice what I) She not NeNe but she leaks oh so crazy (she not NeNe) Niggas plottin' and I peep with a lazy (what I peep) Push the money out, I'm in labor (woo) She tryna fuck me for some clout, hurt my baby (clout) I got money stashed somewhere in my acres (stash) My left wrist sad 'cause my right glacier Realest (hey), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Hold up, Baby (Baby) You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it? I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some hate shit See I'm out in public, why don't never say shit? They know I would pay for them to get a facelift Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement

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

[Hook 1: Gucci Mane] Get it back, get it back Bitch, I know I get it back Give a fuck bout that little paper Cause I know I get it back [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I got cash, cash on fire Cash on hand, cash on deck Give me everything 3 X And all 12's up off that rack Wash my stash with Ajax Me and Tit, back to back And we ridin' around, smoking Kush by the pound Like how it ride but we love how it sound Drop-top Lam so low to the ground Just like a snail, I'm close to the earth Waves on my temp, so a ho gotta surf Hollering rock - when you're scared, go to church Me and Slim Dunk in the club throwing racks Go into the trap and I get it right back Want 10 bricks? You can get it right now Pull to the trap house, come to the back Riding domestic with the trunk in the back Riding in a foreign, so the trunk in the front Sixty thousand cash just for me to roll blunts Standing in front, blowing kush through her dress Five grand just to see her dance Ten grand just to see her tats Jump in the corner and he smoking on her clit Waiting on you, so he get it right back [Hook 1] [Hook 2: Gucci Mane] In the club, throwin' money I done run through me some racks Give a fuck bout that little paper I know I get it back Get it back, get it back Bitch, I know I get it back Give a fuck bout that little paper Cause I know I get it back [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Get it back, get it back Yeah, you know I get it back Shorty say she want my name So I bought that bitch a tat I walk in this bitch with racks Tell them, come and get this paper Yeah, my bitch is made in Asia And I'm icy like a glacier Get your baby momma Take her then make her You date her, then fuck her I fuck her, then date her Everything is on the up Like a elevator Gucci Mane and Tity Boi College Park and Decatur Now I do it for the haters Started with a Buick LeSabre Ended with that Ferrari Tell me, meet me up out in Vegas Got so many acres I don't ever see my neighbors Niggas say they want a mil I put money on the table [Hook 1] [Hook 2]

Wanna know who burned you so bad Left your heart in ashes on the ground Made you promises, took 'em right back Left you cold and alone, now all you know is the sound Of goodbye You won't let anyone inside Baby, you're just like smoke, blowing on the wind One minute, you're by my side and then you're gone again You might be bad for me, but I just wanna breathe you in Every time I reach out, I find there ain't nothing to hold Boy, you're just like smoke We can start out slow like an ember Get the fire burning back behind your eyes I wanna feel you when we're together So, whatever you do, baby, don't disappear This time Don't fade into the grey tonight Baby, you're just like smoke, blowing on the wind One minute, you're by my side and then you're gone again You might be bad for me, but I just wanna breathe you in Every time I reach out, I find there ain't nothing to hold Boy, you're just like smoke Smoke Smoke Yeah Baby, you're just like smoke, blowing on the wind One minute, you're by my side and then you're gone again You might be bad for me, but I just wanna breathe you in Every time I reach out, I find there ain't nothing to hold Boy, you're just like smoke Boy, you're just like smoke, yeah

I wish I had something nice to say About that girl and her million-dollar face But beauty only get you so far A heart of pure gold is something very rare And the only one she has is on that necklace that she wears Acts like she's some kind of movie star Ooh, it might be not be Christian To be wishing what I'm wishing Sierra, Sierra Girl, let me tell ya One day, you might need those friends that you ditched Sierra, Sierra Life ain't all tiaras You're gonna find out that karma's a To tell the truth, I ain't even mad 'Cause I know the universe is gonna get you back All I have to do is bite my tongue Ooh, I hope that I'm around when You get knocked up or knocked down Sierra, Sierra Girl, let me tell ya You can't break boys hearts like you're flipping a switch Sierra, Sierra Life ain't all tiaras You're gonna find out that karma's a Big pain in the as far as I can tell Yours is adding up fast Sierra Sierra, Sierra Girl, let me tell ya That high horse you're riding can buck you off quick Sierra, Sierra Life ain't all tiaras You're gonna find out that karma's a Pardon my French, but karma's a hmm Mm-hmm I said karma's a hmm Hoo-hoo, ooh-ooh-ooh Oh Sierra