The Beat Bullies - Go Getta lyrics

[Intro] Let my top down, I'm feeling fine (go getta time) Money on my mind, it's go get it time Go get it time (go, go, go getta time) [Hook] Hop inside my droptop Now you're rolling with a winner Now you're rolling with a winner I think it's about the time to come up on some more figures More figures, more figures, more figures, more figures Point me to the dollar signs Told my girl, I'm sorry I won't make it home for dinner I won't make it home for dinner I'm hoping to go getta Go getta, go getta, go getta, go getta Grinning off the dinner time [Verse 1] I picked up the phone when I heard the call (Heard the call, heard the call) She was talking about "What's up with you?" Hope that you gonna go to church tomorrow (Church tomorrow, church tomorrow) Then she said "Boy don't work too hard" But that's like trying to tell me not to work at all And I get it, knew that I'd be gone for a minute Everything was hard and independent Had to turn a penny into a quarter And a quarter into a dollar And a dollar into a ti-ti-ticket Clock's still ticking Better know it's my time Jump like you oughta get shot down Even superman can catch a hot round If I'mma fall off then it's not now Been the type to leave confidence So y'all can keep the weak compliments Boarding jets on these continents Serving shrimps with no condiments Try to catch up, my mind is messed up I hope you never caught trying to get them My crystal ballers said I was next up My hunger makes me feel like the best of The current cla**, y'all nerds is last If you wanna win you gonna earn your pa** I'll take your purchase, rip off the tags Throw in your swag and then burn the bags I don't roll with losers, just show and proofers We don't like to talk cause we show (we show) It ain't dinner time when it's winning time So if you try to win then let's go, let's go [Hook] [Bridge] Ain't nobody controlling us I know you want to try to shoot me down, oooh, oooh Then you better start loading up Cause you gon' have to shoot way more rounds Oooh, oooh [Verse 2] Walk into the office like daddy's home Make them treat me like Mr. Combs Execute my diddy dash When the business' done I'm already gone Proper sizing about getting dough Skipped the city, let's hit it globe Don't really drink and don't really smoke The Moet and Cubans came with the robe Let's get it, let's get it Told my crew to let's get it, let's get it You ain't down with me, I ain't down with you So you can wear the shoe if you fit it Admit it, tell the truth and admit it Took my style and laced it with poison So the joke is on you if you bit it (you bit it) I'mma got a mail without no stamp And I still give mail without your stamp And this might alarm you But I'm still as calm as I have ever been Without your camp Without your money, no hand outs, no bromance and co-sign The road to riches look so bruh But the profit from it, that's so mine [Hook] [Outro - Throwed] Ugh Rolling through the city with my mind on my business Got a couple dimes that keep on dialing my digits Saying I'm trying to witness, I'm trying to witness Gotta go and get it and ain't got time for ya misses Hold up