Get'cha Some

You want my shoes? You want my shirt? My jewels too, n-gga?

Well you need to

Go n getcha some, go go n getcha some (x4)

FRESH, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic

Polo, Louis to Gucci, like that's one fresh jacket

They lookin' at a n-gga, like that's one fresh bastard

I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that this cash get

You can't afford the price, so why the hell would you ask it?

These faggots tried to snatch it, get their ass in a casket

Ya honey love me, she admire the fashion, &

I call her baby girl, just like her dad did

There's 100s on my paper like a smart ass class kid

Because I'm on top my rap, like an ad lib

And you should holler mama, Dolce and Gabbana mama

Gotta whole lot o mama, Fendi and a Prada

So you need to

Go n getcha some', go go n getcha some (x2)

But to get that boy, you got to be rich, or sum

& my attire, hard, hard like my dick or sum

I make more than ends meet,

My nigga Big told me it was bout the Benji's

I'm in the limelight, til the point my skin green

livin' my dreams, til the point you should pinch me

to convince me

FRESH, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic

Polo, Louis to Gucci, like that's one fresh jacket

They lookin' at a n-gga, like that's one fresh bastard

I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that this cash get

Well you need to

Go n getcha some, go go n getcha some (x4)

If I told you where to get it, you n-ggas still wouldn't grab it

just to pronounce it, you gotta add an accent

& they askin can they call me grocery store, cuz my pockets full of paper and plastic

man, you not avoiding my Asian, persuasion

excuse the lil' Ape in ya face, it stays Bathing

& when the heat blaze on high beams, you scream, I scream

for some cold ass ice cream

Well you need to

go n getcha some, go go n getcha some (x2)

These brawds really thinkin, that they gon get em' sum,

so they try to take care of me, like I'm sick or sum

There's some things, I don't like, I love them Nikes

But not the white on whites, forget the price tags

'Cause I get what I like, & you're girl lookin' for me

Because she like the pipe, ya digg

FRESH, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic

Polo, Louis to Gucci, like that's one fresh jacket

They lookin' at a n-gga, like that's one fresh bastard

I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that this cash get

Well you need to

Go n getcha some, go go n getcha some (x4)

The fabric on my ass is satin and its sad n

You think you could afford this fabric

When it comes to the hoes all the man like shaft this

Cuz I'm clean cut and handle them like baggage

Atheists turn Christian when I rock my True Religions

It's that real when I'm rockin pastel

These n-ggas wanna wonder what they have on me

I'm stickin to my roots like LRG

So you need to

go n getcha some, go go n getcha some (x2)

Pose for the hoes they might wanna take a pic or somethin

Hop up in the ride they might wanna let me stick em some

The rag 'round my neck complement the outfit

I'm out with brawds you be watchin from your couches

But Imma need money power respect

Find a little piece of Jesus and I threw em round my neck that's

FRESH, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic

Polo, Louis to Gucci, like that's one fresh jacket

They lookin' at a n-gga, like that's one fresh bastard

I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that this cash get

Well you need to

Go n getcha some, go go n getcha some (x4)