Get Mine

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Paid Will] (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man) Ayy Ayy (Pooh, you a fool for this one) Motherfuckin' fool (RIP DaDa, nigga, yeah) [Verse 1: BandGang Paid Will] Metro Boomin off the hook, might go platinum on the Six I'll never stop trappin' 'til it's platinum on the wrist On the road with that shit, vacuum sealed 'cause the scent Got a bad lean habit, we just poured a nigga rent Lot of niggas owe up, but I don't owe a nigga shit All these hoes on nuts, tryna suck a nigga dick I'm just talkin' to the plug, conversatin' 'bout a trip Got some shit in the stash just in case a nigga slip If a nigga got a problem, let me load up this clip Every nigga with me cut, ain't no hoes through this bitch Get a ho from the 'burbs, send the load to her shit All bosses take losses, just learn from this shit (RIP DaDa) [Chorus: BandGang Paid Will] I'ma get mine (Yeah), is you gon' get yours? (Yeah, yeah) We hoop with bad bitches, turn them hoes into whores (Come on) They don't wanna let us in, so we kickin' in the door (Nigga) Too much money for the table, gotta count it on the floors, nigga Got mine, is you gon' get yours? They don't wanna let us in, so we kickin' in the doors (Ayy) Hoop with bad bitches, turned them hoes into whores (Come on) Too much money for the table, gotta count it on the floors [Verse 2: BandGang Masoe] Bitch, it's Pooh on the beat (Uh-huh?), thirty bullets in the clip And they took my nigga purp, got me rollin' out the zip Plenty work to get sold, lot of money that I spent (Uh-huh?) Ain't no time to be wasted, put in work to get this shit I got bad lean habits, some good, so I manage it I always think a model, dick her out then vanish Real BG nigga, bitch, you know we came capers Lost my nigga Gucci Brazy, had a nigga damaged Be done murdered, got murdered, niggas had to sneak a savage (They did) Designer ho eatin' dick who should be in a pageant (I swear) Detroit Most Wanted, feds did my nigga scandalous (Fuck 'em) She write the bullshit, I read you niggas like a pamplet (Pussy) Real street nigga speakin' facts to have 'em jammin' (I do) I know Paid around, don't usually see this much traffic (Gone) Trapper of the year, sold the pound without the baggage (Swear) You still gotta get it, you got money, you can have it, nigga Money [Chorus: BandGang Paid Will] I'ma get mine (Yeah), is you gon' get yours? (Yeah, yeah) We hoop with bad bitches, turn them hoes into whores (Come on) They don't wanna let us in, so we kickin' in the door (Nigga) Too much money for the table, gotta count it on the floors, nigga Got mine, is you gon' get yours? They don't wanna let us in, so we kickin' in the doors (Ayy) Hoop with bad bitches, turned them hoes into whores (Come on) Too much money for the table, gotta count it on the floors, nigga (DaDa)