Young Roddy - While the Gettin' Good lyrics

[Intro] What you need to do n***a is go get me my chips, with dip. Cause you delinquent, motherf**er. Tryin' to knock my hustle n***a... [Verse 1: Young Roddy] I saw a n***a get clapped up, ridin' round in a drop top I don't want that, and I ain't worryin' about nothin' Yeah I spunt my money but I got that right back b**h all in my grill, she all in my mix [?] 'til I fall back How I smash every beat, how I smash every beat like a n***a got a ball bat And these crazy a** hoes, these crazy a** hoes swear to God that they all that I ain't had no kicks, good thing Mal wear the same size let me hold that And I ain't even trying to f** Like Slim say b**h that kitty cat throw back I'm talkin' bout way back when I wore Reeves, Bose and my wave cap And my little cus graduated from high school I'm proud of my n***a And I made all star then we made it out when them cowards doubted us, n***a Got 2 kids and her baby daddy ain't sh**, she tired of that n***a So she got a taste of that real, a taste of that real and fired that n***a Ain't nobody gonna pay you like you gonna pay yourself no lie my n***a If you can't depend on the herb to [?] you bound to drown, my n***a Tired as hell tryna make it out but don't quit, keep tryin' my n***a Trap it up with my homie Smizzy like keep grindin' my n***a [Hook: Young Roddy] I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my n***a I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my n***a I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my n***a I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my n***a I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my n***a I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my n***a I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my n***a I gotta get it while the gettin' good I gotta get it while the gettin' good, my n***a [Verse 2: Curren$y] Tires fly when I mash the gas The motor hot and these hoes fast Choose the winner, lotto ticket Boss figure, paid n***a Broke is the new dead If I said it I meant it You should peep how I play it Got game from cold blooded k**as Applied that to this, these raps is the bricks The feds is still the feds though, always in the mix And I heard the fight was fixed so we bet heavy at the event And I cashed in major, light blazer, word to Craig Sager Stray play around save your b**h, lay her Chevrolet frame layer, and we pullin' off capers for the paper Like we pullin' car covers off the scraper Cause the summer sun called me and it's beggin' for Daytons When the seasons change we need newer things That's why we always movin' mane When the seasons change we need newer things My moms on the Benz lot, pickin' somethin new out I gotta get it [Hook]