Get Right

[Chorus:]

OK, ay this is just an anthem for the players

Top notch boppers and the pimps with the gators

Roller skaters, smoked out elevators

Drank sipping, paint flipping congregators

Let's get right, let's get right

Let's get right, let's get right

All night, all night

All night, party like it's 1999

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

One two, one two, one two, I got plenty

Breaking hoes, four in the morning, ain't many

Player, player play on, roller skate on

I get my chase on for something to take home, now who you waiting on?

Uh, freaking with me she got beat

Till she shook and went to sleep, you think she don't cheat

She sucking and she fucking cause she love the way I spit it

I know she only want me for my dick, but I can dig it

I dig her, there's none iller, kinda killer

Like Jack the Ripper, that's way before I drink the liquor

My moves are major, can't do no favors

For chickens with cruel intentions of laying eggs to get to my paper

Plenty pimping, nah I ain't tricking, ain't never slipping

Hella lifted when we piffing, stuck to the ceiling

You smell the vapors when we roll by

So crack a seal, pour up and get right

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[Big K.R.I.T.:]

Back up, back up cause it's on, break of dawn

Popping tops, taking shots, vibing to the early morn

I ain't tripping if I make it home, tryna bone

Taking pictures of bad bitches and save 'em in my phone

B.B. in me on the late night, take flight

On my base pipes, searching for jaws like Great Whites

Ain't that some shit? Yeah, that's some shit

You claimed that was your girl, but why she all up on my tip?

No need to buck cause you get fucked up in this party

Chiggity-check yourself before I finish what you started

Get retarded, hella stupid in the mix

Line 'em up, knock 'em down, dominoes in this bitch

Drink ain't free, drink on me, store run

Gotta take my whip cause yo' tank on E

It's all good, I got a little dough to blow

Buy a case of Ol' E' and some blunts to roll

[Chorus]

[Singing: Big K.R.I.T.]

OK, I'm feeling good, drink got me feeling fine

Doing what a player does, smoking just to ease my mind

Forever getting on, riding chrome

Bopping-ass broads won't leave me alone

I said these bopping-ass broads won't leave me alone

All day, all night, I can't be faded

Too cold on hoes, they ain't for saving

Get right, get gold, feel like we made it

How could you hate? Congratulate

[Chorus]