Mango Foo - I'ma Get It lyrics

[Hook: YRN Lingo] If I want it, I'ma get it Catch you slipping, take your shoes off your feet Always running towards a meal ticket Masi, Bentley, can't decide it p**y really don't excite me no more Always got to watch my back, they my foes Loyalty over everything, that is my oath Leave a n***a head red like Peg Bundy One wrong word, my n***a come head hunting Time is money n***a, and I'm chasing after money End of discussion What you gon' do man, you really just fussing Leave your whole squad stanking like an onion [Verse 1: Mango Foo] Let's talk about money I been fiending for the hundreds like junkies Let's talk about chronic Drop a bomb in the trap, it is atomic Beat the pot like I'm Sonny Put your b**h on the track like I'm London I got rings on my fingers, no onion I invest in a bando, come join me I got bags on the nawf like I'm Santa Claus Make your b**h run a play like I'm Randy Moss Sip the lean out the bottle, no [?] I won't stop until I get my point across Pull up, drop the top on the Rari I got the white like Rowdy I just put my b**h in the Audi For no reason, she say that I'm childish Two hundred thousand, can you count it? Everybody talkin' but who ‘bout it? How these real diamonds but they cloudy? You ain't up, you still jugging ounces My n***as trappin' out the regal She eat it up so I'ma feed her I spent your rent on my re-up I ball on n***as, make ‘em D up [Hook: YRN Lingo] If I want it, I'ma get it Catch you slipping, take your shoes off your feet Always running towards a meal ticket Masi, Bentley, can't decide it p**y really don't excite me no more Always got to watch my back, they my foes Loyalty over everything, that is my oath Leave a n***a head red like Peg Bundy One wrong word, my n***a come head hunting Time is money n***a, and I'm chasing after money End of discussion What you gon' do man, you really just fussing Leave your whole squad stanking like an onion [Verse 2: YRN Lingo] You tellin' these n***as how you get your money n***a what the f** you doin'? I'm seeing too many mini-me's walk around I'm finna start suing Talkin' too much, gon' get your body wrapped up And dumped in the sewage Hold up, who callin' me from 8-9-6 Never mind, money get to it Chopper in the backseat Put a red stain in your white tee I really don't do no talking These n***as pocket watching, stalking [Verse 3: Rich The Kid] My b**h is too bossy I bought her a bag, now guess what it cost me Yeah I'm flexing and I'm flossing Hit the plug, I'm Randy Moss-ing Lingo next up, yeah dat way I was stuck in the bando all day f** a ho, you a buster, can't trust her Birds sing in the trap but no Usher Broke my wrist in the pot two times While you love her I'ma hit her on the futon If I want it I'ma get it Maserati, no Honda Civic [Hook: YRN Lingo] If I want it, I'ma get it Catch you slipping, take your shoes off your feet Always running towards a meal ticket Masi, Bentley, can't decide it p**y really don't excite me no more Always got to watch my back, they my foes Loyalty over everything, that is my oath Leave a n***a head red like Peg Bundy One wrong word, my n***a come head hunting Time is money n***a, and I'm chasing after money End of discussion What you gon' do man, you really just fussing Leave your whole squad stanking like an onion