Lemme Get Some

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Amanda Blank] You see I'm livin' cushy, now you wanna try and crack All pushy, tryna get up in my pussy and smash Ain't fuckin' with them fools and I ain't cuttin' them slack I'm Beyoncé, independent woman, handle that Don't stand for that, take him out with the trash And if he wanna holla, holla harder, holla back Know Amanda Blank, baby, got a track you should hear 'Nother fake up Frank all night up in my ear, like [Chorus: Amanda Blank] Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) [Verse 2: Amanda Blank] No, we've never met, and yes, I've heard that line Can I just chill without you gettin' all greedy from behind? I don't care what you do, don't give a fuck what you say And no, I can't introduce you to M.I.A 'Cuz, baby, she don't want you neither No, my girls don't wanna meet ya Breathin' in my face, your voice is gratin' louder than the speakers I ain't in the biz of bullshit, I ain't with all that I might be kinda fast, but I ain't easy for a pass You ain't rubbin' on my ass, and I ain't closin' up your tab You ain't gonna take me home and think I'm payin' for your cab Ain't gonna let you crash or let you get up in my stash I don't give it up for blow, and I ain't givin' up my cash I whip a motherfucker's ass just for wastin' my time All up in my face and personal space with that line [Chorus: Amanda Blank] Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some [Verse 3: Chuck Inglish] (3, 2, 1...) That's not a bag of tricks to bag you wit' That's the bag for when I go campin' and shit I'm slick as the ruler like butter on the roof And we tryna do roofin' in the rain-snow boots I'm sayin' don't say it if you really don't know it You a hundred dollars short, so the bank is foreclosin' See me, I ain't for all the modellin' and posin' Seen ten of y'all before in the mall purse-totin' Talkin', jokin', laughin', oh You comin' to the show then watch I'ma show 'em, show 'em His face, "Chuck here, let me backstage" "Where the Cool Kids, girl? I heard them niggas gettin' paid" Ha, funny, no, really, that's funny Listen up, Rita ain't raise no dummy Try your luck, here, boo, you should roll the dice for me And let the beat ride while I count my money [Chorus: Amanda Blank and Chuck Inglish] Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none) Lemme get some (you don't want none)