Get With Her

(Diego)

(Bankroll Got It)

Ayy

Old school whip with the spinners, I pull up, your bitch wanna eat me for dinner

I got the hundreds, go figure, the ice sit up on my shoulders like blizzards

She got a bag from the city, she trying to get with me, I'm trying to get with her

Tool on my side, it's a one hit quitter

Brand new check, got my old bitch bitter

My dog banging the red like Clifford

Cuzzo be up in the cut like scissors

I'm in the club trying to fuck on strippers

They just be running they mouth on Twitter

I'ma keep running it up with my niggas

I move my wrist and the stones like glitter

He said he wanted the smoke, won't talk on the phone, no, nigga, we coming to get you

Don't speak, man, don't even whisper

He pussy, he born with the whiskers

I'm still sipping lean by the pitcher

And I'm still with 30s, no switching

Run the trap like we running the kitchen

I take the trash out, bro do the dishes

Go to sleep and I be having visions

I'ma get rich 'fore I ever see prison

These niggas baiting like these niggas fishing

Used to be broke, I'm in better position

I put the baddie in different positions

I got some money, I'm still on that mission

I'm sipping Wock', mix it up with the Tristan

Where I'm from, niggas moving real vicious

Where I'm from, it like the golden ticket

Now I cop it, couldn't get it for Christmas

But my bitches so bad, they don't listen

She on her knees, bless me like Christian

She wanna sex me, okay, I'm with it

Bro on the text-free running up digits

Give me a shot and I'm never gon' miss it

Even from half court, you hear the swishes

Want a bag, told her she gotta earn that, rub me right and I'm granting her wishes

Open her mouth, I put dick in it

I'm getting money, it's getting ridiculous

I've seen it all, but I ain't never witness it

I'm in Miami, she eat me like finger-licking

Pinky ring on my hand, got my finger kicking

Pussy wet and I'm putting my finger in it

Trigger happy, bro say that his finger itching

Mafia shit, send you mail with the finger in it

Old school whip with the spinners, I pull up, your bitch wanna eat me for dinner

I got the hundreds, go figure, the ice sit up on my shoulders like blizzards

She got a bag from the city, she trying to get with me, I'm trying to get with her

Tool on my side, it's a one hit quitter

Brand new check, got my old bitch bitter

My dog banging the red like Clifford

Cuzzo be up in the cut like scissors

I'm in the club trying to fuck on strippers

They just be running they mouth on Twitter

I'ma keep running it up with my niggas

I move my wrist and the stones like glitter

He said he wanted the smoke, won't talk on the phone, no, nigga, we coming to get you