CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Go Get It

I got my top down chilly
Young n***a in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa whoa whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it

And I don't play
Rolling Kush, pop bottles of that Rosay
From Atlanta, fresh pare of Chuck Tay
And care less what the rest of the world say
I'm gon ball till I fall out
And I don't hold back sh*t, I go all out
Big money, fast living, what your boy about
Brawdcast, so I'm spending till I'm all out
And you know I go get it
Charm on the J match the Pitzberg fitted
Eyes real low, I keep the smoke litted
Lean to the side, so Pitzberg with it
Nobody done it like this young n***a
From where I'm from, live like I'm living
Out of state trips, I'm off the coast chilling
Champagne spilling, you can just say I'm getting it