B.I.B.Z Lyrics - How I Get It

B.I.B.Z - How I Get It

I ain't never did that
I ain't never did that
Been a sucka nigga, I ain't never been that
Money call a nigga, I'ma have to get that
Said she looking for me, check me on the kickback
'Cause I'ma have to dig that, legs up, split that
Then I take a quick nap 'cause I ain't with the chit chat
Flossin' on these niggas, brigthenin', they pitch black
Money ain't everything, this is just rap
Brooklyn on these niggas, facts
I ain't slippin' on the track
Gimme one, I'll bring it back
Hunnid fold up in the sack
You already know the trap
I already taught you that
Stop, bread up in the pocket
Nigga, watch me rock it

I show you how I get it, show you how I get it
Right, what a feeling
Stack it to the ceiling, right
Get the money (get the money)
Get the paper (get the paper)
No more favors (no more favors)
Forget them haters (forget them haters)
I show you how I get it, show you how I get it
Right, what a feeling
Stack it to the ceiling, right
Get the money (get the money)
Get the paper (get the paper)
No more favors (no more favors)
Forget them haters (forget them haters)

I ain't never did that
Money comin' in is like I'm cooking crack, sellin' smack
Set it then I set back
don't get hit with that click clack
Niggas know I got no suckas on my damn team
now all I hear is sirens
Money on our mind and we gettin' it by any means
Shittin' on my enemies, and it's war, it's never peace
Now they callin' for police
Lord, no forgive my wrong
A little husky but index strong
They want me to end up, oh my God
I'ma get mine right now
Right now, okay, now
Get out my way, now
Feel like it's time right now
Right now, okay, now, ten mil, face down
Better get Matlock on the case now
Get hit with a glock on Trey Pound
Ask 'em what they gon' say now
Ask 'em what they gon' say now

I show you how I get it, show you how I get it
Right, what a feeling
Stack it to the ceiling, right
Get the money (get the money)
Get the paper (get the paper)
No more favors (no more favors)
Forget them haters (forget them haters)
I show you how I get it, show you how I get it
Right, what a feeling
Stack it to the ceiling, right
Get the money (get the money)
Get the paper (get the paper)
No more favors (no more favors)
Forget them haters (forget them haters)

I show you how I get it, show you how I get it
Right, what a feeling
Stack it to the ceiling, right
Get the money (get the money)
Get the paper (get the paper)
No more favors (no more favors)
Forget them haters (forget them haters)
I show you how I get it, show you how I get it
Right, what a feeling
Stack it to the ceiling, right
Get the money (get the money)
Get the paper (get the paper)
No more favors (no more favors)
Forget them haters (forget them haters)

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