P'ocean - GettinIt (Prod. by T R@bb) lyrics

[Intro] *Radio calls from Marvin Harrison and Peyton Manning [Verse 1: p'ocean] Uhh, straight out the tunnel When I go it's like Manning to Harrison Rabb threw the bomb I one handed it, back of the end zone front all the cameras Thinkin "sh*t oh they thought they could handle us? Nahh" Now they all watchin' me doin' my money dance while I'm throwin' all my banners up, yea Top of the nation ho call me Canada Flow smoother than cocoa bu*ter Smoke from the jar while I flip another Two spliffs and my b*tch kiss each other makin' all of my dollars go flip each other And as long as he loyal I pay my brother And pray he ain't cuttin' me undercover, stay about the money disregard the color While I'm whippin' the wheel, the steel up under yea, Pistol formation Told lil' homie be patient, cuz we gon' be crackin' that Mile High with the skyline at my eye level daily B*tch from the 80's tryna dip me in the latest, Range Ro outside got her name on it, uhh And wipin' me down'll get her famous, cuz everything I'm on got flames on it RIP, all black, Bruce Wayne on a ho With lungs full of gas, a flow full of blow A mind full of money, a stack for the show With hella records and women that you already knew about, uhh [Hook] Uhh, I'm Gettin' It Stay out my way I'm Gettin' It F*ck what y'all say I'm Gettin' It Yea I'm straight 'bout my pay I'm Gettin' It Sheeeiit, I'm Gettin' It Time never waits I'm Gettin' It Nah time never late I'm Gettin' It Yea I'm eatin' today I'm Gettin' It [Verse 2: p'ocean] Uhh, ayo when I go it's like Manning to Marvin for 6 But my line from the 7, 3's from the 90s, tree from yo' b*tch That cup of the rum from off of the ship In attire from over the seases Fools get struck over blue cheeses Souls get split in two pieces, damn I'm pushin' till Ma got the Panamera Lines hittin' brains and make panoramas Seen the whole thing if I pan the camera Find me chasing the bucks, far from Tampa While I pull a flip, like a tech deck She in love but, we ain't met yet, nahh Tongue on her thighs was the next step So I sip pinky out like the Jet Set Yea I'm getting a taste of two races Same dope bringing new faces New hoes play the same games, work the same lanes, but they change names While I'm record smashin', heavy smoker Slick talker, rarely sober Silent Money, loud odor dawg I hang up careers like movie posters While I'm lightin' a plane of the personal Pimpin' the game with no Cadillac and My flow been way out the gym I'm flexin' the range like Pierre Jackson, uhh [Outro] *Background plays radio calls from Pierre Jackson's 58 point record setting game* Man you know when I get my jersey on, I get my James Worthy on, you feel me In the first half putting 30 on, you feel me? Yeaaa I'm Gettin' It Time never waits I'm Gettin' It Nah time never late I'm Gettin' It Yea I'm eatin' today.. LV whaddup Move smart, play dumb..