Gettin’ Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Peewee Longway & DJ Scream] M-16 Makin' err dolla' count, nigga! Good lookin' on the beat homie Real street niggas, stand the fuck up! Dis hard; We rock Duke, you gotta catch him This a soundtrack for ya'll lifestyle (Ain't neva' gon let up) [Chorus: Peewee Longway] Stay down on your ten; It's comin', just put it up The empire around you, ya' gotta just build it up When it come down to get paper, he know it's never enough Designer all your 'ttire; It come when you 'Gettin' it up' These boujee hoes, we don't cuff em; We fuck 'em- And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin- Ain't no way you gon' let up These boujee hoes, we don't cuff em; We fuck 'em- And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin- Ain't no way you gon' let up [Verse 1: Peewee Longway] Johh bricks, dat was my empire --Founded section and the big buck Hell nah, I ain't gon let up; 2, 4, 5 to a 'brick'- up I do drop off's and pick up's; In blue dickies- And blue chucks; Long as I got my racks up...- Designer-- I give two fucks; Rats, I know you smell cheese FN, it close, on tuck; Boujee and Rat da same thing... All yo' hoes love dem Forgi's; Racks in my G-Star Jeans Ferragamo, my buckle; I wouldn't tell you no lie... All the foreign bitches love it; Hell nah, I ain't doin' no cuffin' Pussy, bust it for the homie; It's a pleasure switchin' foreigners -But to be right here is a honor; I'm the plug of- gas, marijuana Came from the bottom; Hit hard, move silent Yeah, I made a lot profit; Cash! [Chorus: Peewee Longway] Stay down on your ten; It's comin', just put it up The empire around you, ya' gotta just build it up When it come down to get paper, he know it's never enough Designer all your 'ttire; It come when you 'Gettin' it up' These boujee hoes, we don't cuff em; We fuck 'em- And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin- Ain't no way you gon' let up These boujee hoes, we don't cuff em; We fuck 'em- And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin- Ain't no way you gon' let up [Verse 2: MPA Wicced] To the casino, boy, that bitch was sweatin', hot It was snitchin', China man and the Olive Oyl bust the spot Take 'em to the 'Honey Hole'; That bitch was on fire -They was pitchin'; Paul Maguire (R.I.P) Flippin' ounce of powder, tryna' build a empire Fast forward... Now we workin' with ten houses Fuckin' bad bitches, takin' trips, out to islands Money pilin'; It's a blessin' when I arrival [Chorus: Peewee Longway] Stay down on your ten; It's comin', just put it up The empire around you, ya' gotta just build it up When it come down to get paper, he know it's never enough Designer all your 'ttire; It come when you 'Gettin' it up' These boujee hoes, we don't cuff em; We fuck 'em- And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin- Ain't no way you gon' let up These boujee hoes, we don't cuff em; We fuck 'em- And switch 'em up; If you a huslter, when you hustlin- Ain't no way you gon' let up