Get Yours Songtext
von Payroll Giovanni
Get Yours Songtext
What you payin′ for a half? I could give it to you whole
Here, take a few of these, be a boss, put your niggas on
Hit my phone when you done and got rid of those
Body on your line, she'll be jumpin′, I'ma give you more
Just stick to your word, the moment you don't
I can′t fuck with you, my blessing is somethin′ you won't
Master P on my wrist, I′m sellin' shit out the trunk
No limit on the supply, my plug drop ′em off in boats (Yeah)
Seem like yesterday me and man was baggin' up
Digi-scale add nothin′, drop a little cash at Hutch
Had to stay on my feet 'cause I ain't had no crutch
Knew some OGs, but my old-heads was fuckin′ up
One tried to run off with my money for a big (Damn)
Another tried to set me up right in front his crib (I swear)
I vowed to be never like them and let my youngins win (Never)
Give ′em all the game, show 'em ways they can do it big
I′ma make sure you get yours
But make sure I get mines (Make sure I get my shit)
My nigga, you can ball for sure
You just gotta put in grind (Gotta put in grind, nigga)
You want the Rollies and the Audemars
You just gotta give it time (Put time into this shit)
I'ma make sure that you get all of yours
Just make sure I get mines
You owe somethin′, I'ma need my shit right now (Right now)
I ain′t fundin' no grown nigga lifestyle (Nah)
They see me rockin' bustdowns with the ice dial
So they figure he ain′t trippin′ 'bout a couple thou′
They ain't bringin′ up your money 'til you press ′em
I guess they forgot, they memory need refreshin'
When I gave you what you asked for, I was a blessin'
The second I need mines, you soundin′ like you stressin′ (Boy)
Save the sob story, I don't give two shits
Street cred fucked up, you on a "Don′t Front" list (Ha)
Niggas want new whips and an all-iced wrist
But can't make two flips without fuckin′ up chips (Damn)
My heart turned cold tryna help out bros
Instead of payin' what they owe, they wanna help out hoes
But the ones on they shit, I got you, it won′t quit
The niggas you can trust, them the niggas gettin' rich (Yo)
I'ma make sure you get yours
But make sure I get mines (Make sure I get my shit)
My nigga, you can ball for sure
You just gotta put in grind (Gotta put in grind, nigga)
You want the Rollies and the Audemars
You just gotta give it time (Put time into this shit)
I′ma make sure that you get all of yours
Just make sure I get mines
Make sure I get mines
You can ball for sure
Put time into that shit
Put grind in that shit
Put time in that shit
Put grind in that shit
Bitch
Here, take a few of these, be a boss, put your niggas on
Hit my phone when you done and got rid of those
Body on your line, she'll be jumpin′, I'ma give you more
Just stick to your word, the moment you don't
I can′t fuck with you, my blessing is somethin′ you won't
Master P on my wrist, I′m sellin' shit out the trunk
No limit on the supply, my plug drop ′em off in boats (Yeah)
Seem like yesterday me and man was baggin' up
Digi-scale add nothin′, drop a little cash at Hutch
Had to stay on my feet 'cause I ain't had no crutch
Knew some OGs, but my old-heads was fuckin′ up
One tried to run off with my money for a big (Damn)
Another tried to set me up right in front his crib (I swear)
I vowed to be never like them and let my youngins win (Never)
Give ′em all the game, show 'em ways they can do it big
I′ma make sure you get yours
But make sure I get mines (Make sure I get my shit)
My nigga, you can ball for sure
You just gotta put in grind (Gotta put in grind, nigga)
You want the Rollies and the Audemars
You just gotta give it time (Put time into this shit)
I'ma make sure that you get all of yours
Just make sure I get mines
You owe somethin′, I'ma need my shit right now (Right now)
I ain′t fundin' no grown nigga lifestyle (Nah)
They see me rockin' bustdowns with the ice dial
So they figure he ain′t trippin′ 'bout a couple thou′
They ain't bringin′ up your money 'til you press ′em
I guess they forgot, they memory need refreshin'
When I gave you what you asked for, I was a blessin'
The second I need mines, you soundin′ like you stressin′ (Boy)
Save the sob story, I don't give two shits
Street cred fucked up, you on a "Don′t Front" list (Ha)
Niggas want new whips and an all-iced wrist
But can't make two flips without fuckin′ up chips (Damn)
My heart turned cold tryna help out bros
Instead of payin' what they owe, they wanna help out hoes
But the ones on they shit, I got you, it won′t quit
The niggas you can trust, them the niggas gettin' rich (Yo)
I'ma make sure you get yours
But make sure I get mines (Make sure I get my shit)
My nigga, you can ball for sure
You just gotta put in grind (Gotta put in grind, nigga)
You want the Rollies and the Audemars
You just gotta give it time (Put time into this shit)
I′ma make sure that you get all of yours
Just make sure I get mines
Make sure I get mines
You can ball for sure
Put time into that shit
Put grind in that shit
Put time in that shit
Put grind in that shit
Bitch
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