Ty Dolla Sign (Ty Dolla $ign) - Go Get Sum Mo lyrics

[Chorus: Young Dolph & Ty Dolla $ign] This water on me got my neck froze Coupe with the suicide doors And I love all of my hoes Yeah, I love all of my hoes, ayy She cookin' breakfast with no clothes I'm some' like a pimp, that's for sure I spend it and go get some more Yeah, I spend it and go get some more b**h better have my money, b**h better have my money b**h better have my money In somethin' foreign going 200, I might go shopping in London I spend it and go get some more Yeah, I spend it and go get some more [Verse 1: Young Dolph] Spent some more money, beat another case Riding down eleven like Scarface Sixty thousand dollar tuxedo These b**hes just love a n***a's lingo Little bitty n***a with a real big ego Three bank accounts with a whole lot of zeros Lil n***a I'm Michael, you Tito I dress like I been selling kilos I put my side b**h in a Benz Just so she can flex on her friends I used to sell dope out my mama's house Then had all the money at grandma's house I go on Rodeo, f** up a check Smokin' blunts and eating percocets Still with them n***as I came up with I can never ever trust a b**h Addition and multiplication We runnin' this money up daily Smashing Instagram sensations For bullsh** I got no patience I jump out, I jump out, I jump out The back of the Phantom rockin' all this ice I want it, I want it, I want it I get it, I don't give a f** what the price [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Young Dolph] Water on my neck got me froze Coupe got the suicide doors, yeah Ain't savin' these hoes, yeah No I ain't savin' these hoes She cookin' breakfast with no clothes, yeah I'm somethin' like a pimp, that's for sure, yeah Spend it and go get some more, yeah Spend it and go get some more b**h better have my money, b**h better have my money b**h better have my money In somethin' foreign going 200, I might go shopping in London I spend it and go get some more Yeah, I spend it and go get some more [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] This rap sh** too easy, my left wrist too freezy She bu*t naked in the kitchen cookin' breakfast, eggs over easy I'm the king but I don't play for Cleveland I'm feeling just like the weed man When he got the hundred keys in So strong, can't breathe in b**h better have my guala Looking like I sell narcota Ballin' like I hit the lotto And the devil still wears Prada, it's Gucci Money over hoes my motto How you bad but you don't swallow If I front you my product Then you better have my dollars, Gucci Scratch front like I'm Pimp C Big hustle like Nipsey Blue Benz, my crip B 12 sitting on Forgis And your wife she choosing Better get a divorce then I want to buy charges not forcement She wish she had an abortion [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Young Dolph] Water on my neck got me froze Coupe got the suicide doors, yeah Ain't savin' these hoes, yeah No I ain't savin' these hoes She cookin' breakfast with no clothes, yeah I'm somethin' like a pimp, that's for sure, yeah Spend it and go get some more, yeah Spend it and go get some more b**h better have my money, b**h better have my money b**h better have my money In somethin' foreign going 200, I might go shopping in London I spend it and go get some more Yeah, I spend it and go get some more [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] Thank god for my mama not using a condom Wear Dolce Gabannas like they are pajamas It's deuce gadanas, I hang with the hunters And runners and dealers and k**ers, one hundred Every year I buy a new vehicle Throw the girl out like a flea flicker I don't even dodge them cheap liquors I got so high I tried to eat people Jewelry on drippin' like a sea creature Money so tall I don't see people Weed so loud, can't keep secret Y'all been plottin', I been peepin' Y'all been talkin', I been thinkin' I been growin', y'all been shrinkin' Big diamond on my lil pinky Too much sauce, I done started leaking I got more bars than precincts I got more cars than Reese's, uh uh I got more heart than n***as Put that on God my n***a, uh uh Ain't tryna starve my n***a They tryna scar a n***a I told 'em nah my n***a If the godfather my n***a Make me Brett Favre a n***a [Chorus: Young Dolph & Ty Dolla $ign] This water on me got my neck froze Coupe with the suicide doors And I love all of my hoes Yeah, I love all of my hoes, ayy She cookin' breakfast with no clothes I'm some' like a pimp, that's for sure I spend it and go get some more Yeah, I spend it and go get some more b**h better have my money, b**h better have my money b**h better have my money In somethin' foreign going 200, I might go shopping in London I spend it and go get some more Yeah, I spend it and go get some more