This straight izm, I ain’t no motherf#ckin’ P
But I could get it out a b#tch, and make her get up on her knees
You be poppin’ on the gram, I be poppin’ in the streets
How you do it for the hoes? b#tch, I do it for the G’s
I’mma go-getter, yeah, I’m all about a check
Tell a b#tch, “act right”, ’cause if not, she gettin’ left
Ion waste time, there ain’t a b#tch that finna waste mine
So why you acting like its playtime?
b#tch, I’m the wrong one, stop acting like you on one
I never need a b#tch, so why the f#ck ima want one
I want none, I’mma do what I please
I only do this for the bread, not a thing in between
There’s no “us”, ain’t no “we”, it’s just me
Ima get what I need, cut ties, then I flee
You a b#tch, cuffing these hoes like the police
Ion f#ck with no rats, but all my brothers got cheese
On me, and b#tch I put that on my g’s
If I ever go broke, psych b#tch, whatchu mean?
On me, and b#tch I put that on the team
Praise the motherf#ckin’ real, Imma get it any means
I’mma go-getter, yeah, I’m all about a check
Tell a b#tch, “act right”, ’cause if not, she gettin’ left
I’mma go-getter, the f#ck I look like b#tch?
I ain’t doing no relations, I’m in love with them strips
I’mma go-getter, so I’mma need that bag
If she tryna f#ck with me, she needa bring them stacks
I want none, I’mma do what I please
I only do this for the bread, not a thing in between
I’mma go get it, and ion need no help
If I can get it out a b#tch, then I can get it myself
b#tch, I’mma go getter
Yeah, b#tch, I’mma go get it
Got my eyes on the bag, imma go get it
n#gg#s say they touching bands, but got no chicken
You be rolling dirt, I smoke gas to the dome with’ it, b#tch
And I got this 40 on my waist
If a n#gg# act up, I gotta put him in his place, on gang
I don’t give a f#ck what you claim
And if you speaking on my n#gg#s, then we slide with them thangs
Like damn, n#gg#, shout-out my mans
I got rounds in this b#tch, and guarantee it won’t jam
I don’t care about these hoes, I only care about the bands
And I be blowing on this dope, it got me up in the lands, b#tch
Ayy, they know our names in the city
Countin’ chips after chips, getting cents like 50
We gon’ slide with them sticks, my n#gg#s poppin’, they with me
You try to run from the funk, you get did like Ricky, b#tch
Broke b#tch
I’mma go-getter, yeah, I’m all about a check
Tell a b#tch, “act right”, ’cause if not, she gettin’ left
I’mma go-getter, the f#ck I look like b#tch?
I ain’t doing no relations, I’m in love with them strips
I’mma go-getter, so I’mma need that bag
If she tryna f#ck with me, she needa bring them stacks
I want none, I’mma do what I please
I only do this for the bread, not a thing in between
I’mma go get it, and ion need no help
If I can get it out a b#tch, then I can get it myself
b#tch, I’mma go getter
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
HotBoyKm – Gave It My All
Madam Adam – Rewind
MemoTheMafioso Lyrics – Go Getter