Get Yo’ Grits

Lyrics

[Hook: Mac Dre] Bitches wanna get licked Niggas wanna get blowed We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clothes Bitches wanna get licked Niggas wanna get blowed We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clothes [Verse 1: Mac Dre] I play, laugh and smile but I know life ain't no joke You could be filthy rich one day and the next morning wake up broke I'm glad I learned my lesson, way back in '87 I was wide around the mouth, buying burritos at 7 Eleven Boy I used to think it was all about jewelry, cars and fits 'Til an OG told me, "young nigga get yo' grits" Now I get grits in sums that are lump Heart like Roy Jones, mind like Donald Trump Cash, R-U-L-E-S everything around me, it's obvious So hustle I must D-O if he O He gonna pay a nigga like Reno 'cause he know You don't play with me or my scrill Boy I'm hella cool but don't make me kill Just soak up this pimping tip And listen to me when I say get yo' grits [Hook: Mac Dre] Bitches wanna get licked Niggas wanna get blowed We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clothes Bitches wanna get licked Niggas wanna get blowed We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clothes [Verse 2: Mac Dre] I steady fiend for green and I'm clocking it fat 'Cause life has no meaning when your pockets is flat Boy, gotta have that cheese, on this game I'm scrambling Quick getting spitting, mittens handling Hamiltons Ugh, G chasing, replace them H-O-E's who make no cheese No time to be wasting my conversation making G's Savage about it, not without it, let me hear you shout it My cabbage sprouted, jackers scouted, boy I don't doubt it Niggas is hungry homie, lonely without their grits Bitches be phony homie for chips, ain't that a bitch But I don't break and I won't fake, gotta keep it real And they gon' hate, 'cause I'm gon' make a motherfucking mill [Hook: Mac Dre] Bitches wanna get licked Niggas wanna get blowed We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clothes Bitches wanna get licked Niggas wanna get blowed We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clothes [Verse 3: Mac Dre] Money makes this world spin Not your man or girlfriend I keep my mind on that dollar, turning down nothing but my collar Gotta take care of me and my seed Buy what I want not what I need A nigga want something substantial made Don't want no damn financial aid Getting them checks from the G-O-V You better H-U-S-T-L-E 'Cause day in, day out, big scrill's what it's all about Boy I love my bank roll Don't feel cool if it ain't swole Gotta get cabbage gotta get chips Gotta be a savage and get my grits Ready for funk nigga, who want drama? Collecting mail just like 2Pac's mama Crestsider, Romp rider, might of robbed your bitch Gotta get my cabbage, biscuits, gravy and grits [Hook: Mac Dre] Bitches wanna get licked Niggas wanna get blowed We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clothes Bitches wanna get licked Niggas wanna get blowed We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clothes [Outro: Mac Dre] Yeah, y'all ain't feeling a nigga though I'm in here hungrier than a motherfucker Ain't gotta a dime of Mexican money But I bet you after this shit drop I'm gonna be real fat boy You know what I'm saying? I'm hungry as a short mouth wolf right now I'm a get it To that big head motherfucker on that hundred dollar bill I'm coming after you baby Yeah, you better keep running Nah there ain't no running I'm gonna catch your ass I'm finna have a million of you motherfuckers Right there sitting up under Wanda In Wells Fargo bank, real large baby It don't stop, young Khalid up in this bitch, fresh out Still full of that Top Ramen, pruno running through his veins Yeah he hungry too, and you know we gonna get it You know we gonna get it [Hook: Mac Dre] Bitches wanna get licked Niggas wanna get blowed We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clothes Bitches wanna get licked Niggas wanna get blowed We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clothes