Songtext Gotta get it Juvenile

Gotta get it

Y'all niggas think broke look cool, man

Gotta get it, nigga, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it, nigga
Gotta get it, nigga, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it, nigga

I gotta get it when you see me out here
Or wherever the fuck I'm at
I'm tryna get some money, homie
Yeah, I gotta feed the family, nephew

I am Magnolia official, I played the Ave for years
They talkin' 'bout me like when Shaq went to the Cavaliers
I keep the semi with me just call me prince of keys
Sellin' tobacco, and ain't none of my shit is nicotine

A dog gettin' it, how much can a gorilla make?
I'm tryna chill, don't wanna have to put on ma killa face
I get whatever I wanna, boy, I don't wish it would
When I come out, look out, I be sharper then a stick of wood

I wish a nigga would, I make a nigga bleed
I cut a nigga like three dollars worth of Limburg cheese
I lay somebody down, I probably have to do or die
Won't nothin' change, I'm a stay gutter like a sewer line

Yup, it's manure time, business is picking up
When niggas find out I'm the man, they probably shit a truck
No, I ain't new to this money shit, boy, I been a fool
I blow this motherfucker up just like a inner tube

Gotta get it, nigga, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta get it, nigga
Gotta get it, nigga, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta get it, nigga

Gotta get it, nigga, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta get it, nigga
Gotta get it, nigga, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta get it, nigga

I gotta get it, so people, get on yo' day jobs
Ain't nothin' crowded but the jailhouses and graveyards
I'm on the corner in the ghetto like a payphone
I call my baby, like, "Daddy be on the way home"

Talk to you later, it's easy to get ya cell tapped
And I got powder like a factory full of gel caps
I'm ballin' in the game, boy, I need a pair or two
I'm walkin' on 'em in my slippers like a pair of Lugz

I'm not gone ever lead the way, that's what the preacher said
Like I'm a be on the corner at Morgan Freeman age
I'm in the streets making connections in them restaurants
I'm eatin' tacos and fajitas with the Mexicans

Well, I define the definition of what livin' is
And anyway you see me out, it's what Thanksgiving is
You niggas' counterfeit papas, I am a real daddy
Shoot up the motherfuckin' world to keep the kids happy

Gotta get it, nigga, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta get it, nigga
Gotta get it, nigga, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta get it, nigga

Gotta get it, nigga, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta get it, nigga
Gotta get it, nigga, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta get it, nigga

I gotta get it, boy, you beefin' over petty change
I'm ready, man, I got my fingers in on e'rythang
I'm on 'em Dana Danes, puffin' on that Mary Jane
Look, I'm a leader, it's one of us up in every game

And yeah, I'm fly 'cause I always got that eagle on me
I pop a nigga, watch how quick he call the people on me
This is an act, and not in it to receive a Tony
I'm over here with all the cheese, and I don't see baloney

Give a bitch, what? I be talking mad to 'em
They say I'm shitty like a kindergarten's bathroom
I'm in a yellow Chevy thang with the doors up
I'm smokin' purple, these ashes burnin' my clothes up

See them canaries in the grill? Yup, I talk major
Look at the light, it's like a Saturday night in Las Vegas
Yup, I'm a boss playa 'cause I say I is
I chase this money 24 hours everyday out here

Gotta get it, nigga, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta get it, nigga
Gotta get it, nigga, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta get it, nigga

Gotta get it, nigga, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta get it, nigga
Gotta get it, nigga, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta get it, nigga