While the Gettin’ Good

Lyrics

[Intro] What you need to do nigga is go get me my chips, with dip. Cause you delinquent, motherfucker. Tryin' to knock my hustle nigga... [Verse 1: Young Roddy] I saw a nigga get clapped up, ridin' round in a drop top I don't want that, and I ain't worryin' about nothin' Yeah I spunt my money but I got that right back Bitch all in my grill, she all in my mix Good lord, tell her fall back How I smash every beat, how I smash every beat like a nigga got a ball bat And these crazy ass hoes, these crazy ass hoes swear to God that they all that I ain't had no kicks, good thing Mal wear the same size let me hold that And I ain't even trying to fuck Like Slim say bitch that kitty cat throw back I'm talkin' bout way back when I wore Reeves, Bose and my wave cap And my little cus graduated from high school I'm proud of my nigga And I made all star then we made it out when them cowards doubted us, nigga Got 2 kids and her baby daddy ain't shit, she tired of that nigga So she got a taste of that real, a taste of that real and fired that nigga Ain't nobody gonna pay you like you gonna pay yourself no lie my nigga If you can't get paid on the herb today then you bound to drown, my nigga Tired as hell tryna make it out but don't quit, keep tryin' my nigga Trap it up with my homie Smizzy like keep grindin' my nigga [Hook: Young Roddy] I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my nigga I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my nigga I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my nigga I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my nigga I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my nigga I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my nigga I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my nigga I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my nigga [Verse 2: Curren$y] Tires fly when I mash the gas The motor hot and these hoes fast Choose the winner, lotto ticket Boss figure, paid nigga Broke is the new dead If I said it I meant it You should peep how I play it Got game from cold blooded killas Applied that to this, these raps is the bricks The feds is still the feds though, always in the mix And I heard the fight was fixed so we bet heavy at the event And I cashed in major, light blazer, word to Craig Sager Straight player, rhyme sayer, bitch slayer Chevrolet frame layer, and we pullin' off capers for the paper Like we pullin' car covers off the scraper Cause the summer sun called me and it's beggin' for Daytons When the seasons change we need newer things That's why we always movin' mane When the seasons change we need newer things My moms on the Benz lot, pickin' somethin new out I gotta get it [Hook]