I Get It (feat. Travi$ Scott)

Steppin' off that Lear, diamonds on me so clear

Dime hoes that I share, y'all couldn't go near

I say, pussy **** I dare, you try and reached and get aired

You fuck around and get checked, doctor pump your chest like clear

Yeah, my **** ball all year, y'all **** so square (Lame)

And all my **** so live, why the fuck would I care

When that Lambo flow by, y'all suckers gon' stare

And all them haters gon' hate, fuck them

'Cause all them hoes gon' cheer

Yeah, my mic life and my bike life got a bad bitch and she tight and nice

I'm countin' green in my money machine

That bitch sound like I typewrite

Hustle hard in that daytime but I ball off in that night life

My chain lit with them black stones, but they shine hard as yo white ice

'Cause yo' shit fake and yo shit late, no birthday but I get cake

Lame **** yo album ain't fuckin' with my mixtape

**** smokin' that Cali kush, that shit strong no lift weights

I tell **** don't watch me while time tick on that big face

Young **** I get it, young **** I get it

Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it

Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers

Sippin' gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure

Young **** I get it, young **** I get it

Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it

Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers

Sippin' gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure

Wake me up and I'm snorin', chokin' over whole gang of chains

She slept over the mornin', a **** ain't good with this namin' game

Ain't need you fuckin' me over, pyramids on my pinky ring

And we dippin' out, she pullin' in, I guess she get the hang of things

So what up, I told her shut the fuck up (What up)

When I run my mouth diamonds fallin' out

I guess that birch done nut up

Crazy thing about it, her best friend is ridin' shotty

I knocked her down in her 'Rari, then drove off on Ducati

Holy mother Mary, guess who hittin' my Berry

A pair of double D's, I guess she out in Paris

Damn Tony them cantaloupes, fuck about gettin' Mary

She said her ex was Larry, but fuck that **** Larry

Damn this shit is scary, I thought I seen the fairy

Fuckin' with that white milk, just might call it dairy

Ride around just me and Meek, a couple dimes and that's 20

Sit behind while we pull around, we might blind with canaries

Young **** I get it, young **** I get it

Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it

Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers

Sippin' gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure

Young **** I get it, young **** I get it

Neck full of that gold, gold Rollie go with it

Gold H on my belt, phone full of gold diggers

Sippin' gold bottles of Spade, tell them hoes go figure