Gettin’ It In

[Hook]
I'm gettin' it in
Twenty inch rims, dark tints, sittin' high in the ride, I'mma die like this
I get it in
Headrest with the TV in the back, in the club, 'bout to throw a couple stacks
I'm gettin' it in
Promise I can buy your chick, all I need is one flash of the wrist
I'm gettin' it in
You ask can the whole hood about me, I'm gettin' money out here in these streets
I'm gettin' it in

[Verse 1]
I hear the streets talkin', the haters want me gon'
The whole clique gully, floodin' the whole bar
Notice my whole aura, diamonds with no flaws
You say that girl's yours? Well I done broke her off
I call it how I see it, niggas is so fraud
My ego's too big, deserves its own floor
Don't try to stop me, shit, I'm never done
My trick's like my dollars, I need several ones

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[Verse 2]
The block embrace me homie, but they like, "who is you?"
Last real nigga alive, and I'm the living proof
Rap game is trash, who I'mma listen to?
I'm stuck on my own shit like I couldn't move
Why talk about guns if you couldn't shoot?
There ain't been a broken tire that I couldn't glue
Don't do my dirty work, send dudes to hollow you
Mac will have 'em hittin' high notes, no autotune

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[Verse 3]
Yeah, I see you haters, I know y'all so tempered
Came from the bottom, left in a Lexus
We playin' chess now, no more checkers
Tryna hit platinum status on every record
Then it comes to the rock, betta be David Beckham
If you ain't makin' dough, shouldn't even measure
My money comin' heavy, you can't even bench it
While you're green light: Mr. John Legend

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