Eric Bellinger - Go Get It lyrics

[Intro] Didn't even cry Didn't even cry [Pre-Chorus] She want Chanel, she want a Birkin She wanna ride in the Rolls with the curtains She want that brand new Balenciaga She want that Gucci, that Louis, that Prada (Gucci, Louis, and Prada) She want them big trips out the city But that ni**a was broke, so he wasn't with it (Oh, ooh, woah, ooh, woah) And she know I got the bag on me And I like to spoil her, whatever she want (Yeah) [Chorus] I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm, hmm, mmm-mmm, mm-hmm) I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm, hmm, mmm-mmm, mm-hmm) I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm, hmm, mmm-mmm, mm-hmm) I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm, hmm, mmm-mmm, mm-hmm) [Post-Chorus] I give you the best love, the best love Tell me who gon' love you best love, best love? (I'ma go get it, yeah) I give you the best love, the best love (I'ma go get it, yeah) Tell me who gon' love you best love, best love? [Verse] Shawty in college, no mileage and plus she work a 9 to 5 (Mm-hmm) She want a ni**a to eat it and beat it up like it's 1999 (Mm-hmm) She know a young ni**a pull up when she need it You got it bad, girl, and I mean it (Bad, bad, bad) Put you some double G's on your feet Don't none of that sh*t compare to your physique (Oh-ooh, oh-ooh) You know I got time, let's do it I'm with all the vibes, you knew it (Aw, yeah) Your ex ni**a must be crazy, couldn't see a bad b*tch even with Lasik (Yeah) She got a face, no waist, but the case is that booty galore She wanna taste a new place with the Wraith and the Christian Dior, ooh, ooh (Yeah) Young rich ni**a, vibes I ain't with them b*tch ni**as, lie Pussy worth six figures, slide I'ma put this real in your life (Ooh, ooh, yeah) Let a young ni**a blow your back out Down on all fours when you tap out She know a young ni**a bring the cash out Good love on that money make you pass out [Chorus] She want Chanel, she want a Birkin (Yeah) She wanna ride in the Rolls with the curtains (She wanna) She want that brand new Balenciaga She want that Gucci, that Louis, that Prada (Oh, Gucci, Louis, and Prada) She want them big trips out the city But that ni**a was broke, so he wasn't with it (Yeah, ooh woah, ooh woah) And she know I got the bag on me And I like to spoil her, whatever she want (Yeah) [Chorus] I'ma go get it, yeah (Yeah, yeah, oh, oh-oh mm-hmm, hmm, mmm-mmm, mm-hmm) I'ma go get it, yeah (Woo! Get it babe, mm-hmm, hmm, mmm-mmm, mm-hmm) I'ma go get it, yeah (Go, mm-hmm, hmm, mmm-mmm, mm-hmm) I'ma go get it, yeah (Oh, woo, ayy, mm-hmm, hmm, mmm-mmm, mm-hmm) [Post-Chorus] I give you the best love (I give you the best love), the best love (Love) Tell me who gon' love you best love? (Who gon' love you better, babe?), best love (I'ma go get it, yeah) I give you the best love, the best love (I'ma go get it, yeah) Tell me who gon' love you best love, best love? [Outro] Didn't even cry Didn't even cry Didn't even cry