Big K.R.I.T. - Get Right lyrics

[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 s**ing and she f**ing 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 k**er 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 [Chorus] [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 b**hes 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 sh**? Yeah, that's some sh** You claimed that was your girl, but why she all up on my tip? No need to buck cause you get f**ed 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 b**h 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] [Big K.R.I.T. - singing] 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-a** broads won't leave me alone I said these bopping-a** 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]