Gettin to It

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Clyde Carson] (Yeah) Dope in the rolled paper (rolled paper) I run a try and go offense (offense) 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 one dollar, talkin' c notes 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 [Chorus: Clyde Carson] (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 [Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak] (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 [?] [Chorus: Clyde Carson] 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