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[Chorus: Reezy]
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Pull up I get it go to get my money movin’ slow
Had to cut em off, some niggas had to go
I went back and dough, a nigga had to grow
Before the status quo, I’m not your average Joe
Dranked up, dripped out, stack doughs, fuck hoes
Bitch bounce, hoes give me discount
Gucci down, pimped out, work hard, get clout

[Verse 2: Price]:
16 got kicked out, flippin’ dimes and nicks now
I remember when they shot up Anthony at Nick house, whole family tripped out
It’s like Drake and Alicia Keys whenever Price pull his wrist out, fireworks trip down
She fucked the worth at the work and I tell her to strip down, call her Lyft now
Killing 2 hoes who get too close, please don’t be callin’ me bro
I’m movin’ legit gettin’ dough, no you not hittin’ my smoke
I just get lifted after shows, don’t gotta hit licks no more
But won’t let you take nothin’ from me, don’t let your ass owe me some money

[Chorus: Reezy]
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

[Verse 3: Demrick]
Matte black range rover tinted out, racks hidden in the house
Bad bitch, turn her round, bend her down, baby yeah work it out
Young wild and reckless, diamond Henny bottle necklace
No lames in my section, smoke or not ain’t a question, yeah

[Verse 4: Dizzy Wright]
Switch back, hit this, I told lil mama stop flexin’
Chit chat, fuck that, I told her bring that ass in my direction
I gotta get my point across, is you with it or you not?
Wordsmith, twist up, I pull up and get it n go, I gotta get it now
What it mean I’m boutta be the boss
Be about your business, never let them play you out
Hit the city, hit the stage, shirt tucked in, black Bruce Lee style
And I’m blowin’ clouds, tellin’ Price like, they don’t know the tribulations and trials
They don’t know the situation, they don’t know what we go thru when ain’t nobody else ’round

[Chorus: Reezy]
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

[Verse 6: Emilio Rojas]
I’m sittin’ in the middle of the city with the cash
I’ma hit a hundred fifty on the dash
All the women that are with me and they bad
When I get ’em in the pad then I hit it they gonna splash
I did it to be livin’ in a tenement so when we get the money we just set it in the stash
Yeah, we get it and we never gonna be settlin’ for less
If you meddle, then you know we gonna clash
Shorty worried about a fat transfer, I’m just worried about a bank transfer
No ID call my phone but that’s the type of call that I can’t answer
Runnin’ ’round I’m in uptown, I’m with a bunch of kings that speak bad Spanish
Comin’ around to my block and you got no pass, nigga taxed after like

[Chorus: Reezy]
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

[Intro: Quavo]
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yeah, yeah
(Buddha Bless this beat)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Pockets lettuce, uh
Bitch, don’t think I’m ready, uh uh
You got that swag (drip!)
You got that sauce then sell it, uh uh
Free my niggas, cash ’em out we bailin’ (free)
Saw my teacher, I was the same student, failin’
Now I got a lawyer, straight cash, no settlement
I’m out my element, out my, out my element (woo!)
My niggas the same, don’t need no clout, no fame (no clout, no clout)
Bought the gang, all brand new chains (ice, ice)
Swerve the lane, call the group "the gang" (gang, gang)
Whip that thing, then she give me brain (ooh, yeah)
Them boys fool you tryna do it, bring the toolies out (try and do it)
Niggas don’t want no smoke, they pull up with they coochies out
It’s times three, it’s times three, that’s how it goes (three-way, yeah)
Park a million dollars at the bando (skrrt, skrrt)
We gon’ make ’em eat that dope until we go (eat it up, eat it up)
Rich niggas straight to the top floor (top)
On more PJs than Pablo
Wrist like water go to Cabo
Cash in the walls, hollow (cash)
Your money too small, micro (woo)
Huncho on the call, gotta reload (reload)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Ice the gang (ice), had to ice the gang (ice)
So much ice (too much), had to ice the lane (whew)
Freeze to death (freeze), had to freeze the lane (freeze)
Camera phone, Scarface, Al Capone (Al Capone)
Turn your lights off, nigga, we’ve been on (been on)
Came from my block and growed up, guess I’m homegrown (homegrown)
Well known, cookie, that is my cologne (cookie, cookie)
I put my wrist inside the freezer, came out froze (ice, ice)
I put my heart inside this shit ’cause I was chose (heart, chose)
I put my heart inside and only God knows (God knows)
Get a Kleenex for that baby, wipe his nose (I wiped his nose)
What’s a leg? We shootin’ heads ’til they explode (reload)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Offset!
Wraith with the stars out (Wraith)
Trappin’ out the boarded house (hey)
The bricks get deported out (deported)
Niggas grouped out for a shout
Marvin the Martian (Martian), I’ma put your brain up for auction (brrt)
Precede with caution (caution), skeleton AP is frosted (skeleton)
I sit back and read the offense (read), my ho is addicted to faucets (woo)
Chanel bag is ostrich (Chanel), stay down, come up in the process (stay down)
Hey, private jet, yeah, thotty wanna fuck the same sex, yeah
Diamond mill’ mill’, yeah, I’ma keep the bitch on welfare (woo, woo)
The pink stone real rare (rare), bling bling blaow, yeah (bling bling)
Mama got style, yeah (style), Chanel reptile, player (hey)
Geeked on Mars, gotta give the grace up to God (grace to God)
Three rockstars, nobody seein’ the gang, on God (God)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Intro]
I love The Private Club
Nard & B

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

[Verse 1]
Chop the top, never stop
I get bored too quick
Silly thot, want my spot
I get bored too quick
Louis V, watch ‘em hang, I could see your bitch
She be choosing on the low
I can’t save that bitch
Yeezy hanging out the window
I’ve got lots of handles
Shout out to Gwen and Wesley Foo, that my kinfolk
Been tweaking lately
All my shit gotta be exotic
Baby blue Porsche that shit look like Hpnotiq

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

[Verse 2]
Gucci duffel, bust yo’ bubble ugh you ain’t hot
Saint Laurent winter jacket, had it ‘fore it drop
Told Distorted if she want it, cop that BM drop
Kinjin ice me up
Meechie pipe me up
Mr. Ice cream truck
Can you ice me up?
Shawty just show love
Tokyo give no fuck
She let the YSL hang
I told her tootle that thang
TPC, that my gang
She wanna kiss the chain

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

[Intro]
Loot doot doot doot doot doot

[Verse 1]
It’s like I got my brain in a grip, you know
Me Vs. Me: the most dangerous shit
My whole attitude stink and I ain’t changing my shit
You can’t blame me for being crazy ’cause I came from this shit
Take what I get so I ain’t thankful for shit
And this ain’t never been about no fucking chain and a whip
I’m aiming for which target turn my pain into bliss
Keep hunting till I lay in the ditch
Swear this game is a bitch

[Chorus]
I’ve been worrying about the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often
Seem like I been worried ’bout the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often

[Verse 2]
I’m the under-celebrated greatest, saver the latest
The reason that you sayin’ graces: me
Business is usual ain’t no game to play with
Swing for the fences, I’m covering all the bases A to: Z
Full totality what you thinking don’t rattle me, I’m so tranquil
I’m locked in like I’m Kurt Angle on your ankle
The frame of mind that I seem to stay inside need a appraisal
Getting high, as long as my heart-rate is stable
Watch me yanking out the cable
Fuck a pawn in the game
Run the credit up a hundred put it all on my name
Charge hard like an all-star, it’s all in the game
All in my brain, I know it’s hard but I hardly get change
I’m too stubborn

[Chorus]
I’ve been worrying about the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often
Seem like I been worried ’bout the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often

[Verse 3]
And I got no reasons for this mood that I’m in
How they design their fucking silence
It’s either get rich or die while you trying
Trying my best to shake these bad habits
I swear that I’m vying
I swear that I’m calm
But fuck with my time and I swear that’s violence
So familiar with the feeling get it way too often
Ain’t complacent with the safety I be way too cautious
Watch me flourish even when the picture ain’t too gorgeous
You lil’ niggas couldn’t paint these portraits
I’m Bob Ross with it
Walking tall on these promises till all get it
Big dogs stompin’ like Clifford while you get lost in it
Nigga my heart’s in it
So it’s easy to tell that you aren’t authentic

[Chorus]
I’ve been worrying about the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often
Seem like I been worried ’bout the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often

[Outro]
Wait hold on one second let me text my-
Uh, this nigga back

[Intro]
Loot doot doot doot doot doot

[Verse 1]
It’s like I got my brain in a grip, you know
Me Vs. Me: the most dangerous shit
My whole attitude stink and I ain’t changing my shit
You can’t blame me for being crazy ’cause I came from this shit
Take what I get so I ain’t thankful for shit
And this ain’t never been about no fucking chain and a whip
I’m aiming for which target turn my pain into bliss
Keep hunting till I lay in the ditch
Swear this game is a bitch

[Chorus]
I’ve been worrying about the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often
Seem like I been worried ’bout the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often

[Verse 2]
I’m the under-celebrated greatest, saver the latest
The reason that you sayin’ graces: me
Business is usual ain’t no game to play with
Swing for the fences, I’m covering all the bases A to: Z
Full totality what you thinking don’t rattle me, I’m so tranquil
I’m locked in like I’m Kurt Angle on your ankle
The frame of mind that I seem to stay inside need a appraisal
Getting high, as long as my heart-rate is stable
Watch me yanking out the cable
Fuck a pawn in the game
Run the credit up a hundred put it all on my name
Charge hard like an all-star, it’s all in the game
All in my brain, I know it’s hard but I hardly get change
I’m too stubborn

[Chorus]
I’ve been worrying about the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often
Seem like I been worried ’bout the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often

[Verse 3]
And I got no reasons for this mood that I’m in
How they design their fucking silence
It’s either get rich or die while you trying
Trying my best to shake these bad habits
I swear that I’m vying
I swear that I’m calm
But fuck with my time and I swear that’s violence
So familiar with the feeling get it way too often
Ain’t complacent with the safety I be way too cautious
Watch me flourish even when the picture ain’t too gorgeous
You lil’ niggas couldn’t paint these portraits
I’m Bob Ross with it
Walking tall on these promises till all get it
Big dogs stompin’ like Clifford while you get lost in it
Nigga my heart’s in it
So it’s easy to tell that you aren’t authentic

[Chorus]
I’ve been worrying about the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often
Seem like I been worried ’bout the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often

[Outro]
Wait hold on one second let me text my-
Uh, this nigga back