Get with Her lyrics

[Intro]
(Diego)
(Bankroll Got It)
Ayy

[Chorus]
Old school whip with the spinners, I pull up, your b*tch 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 b*tch bitter
My dog banging the red like Clifford
Cuzzo be up in the cut like scissors
I'm in the club trying to f*ck on strippers
They just be running they mouth on Twitter
I'ma keep running it up with my n*ggas
I move my wrist and the stones like glittеr
He said he wanted thе smoke, won't talk on the phone, no, n*gga, we coming to get you

[Verse]
Don't speak, man, don't even whisper
He pus*y, 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 n*ggas baiting like these n*ggas 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, n*ggas moving real vicious
Where I'm from, it like the golden ticket
Now I cop it, couldn't get it for Christmas
But my b*tches 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 di*k 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
pus*y wet and I'm putting my finger in it
Trigger happy, bro say that his finger itching
Mafia sh*t, send you mail with the finger in it
[Chorus]
Old school whip with the spinners, I pull up, your b*tch 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 b*tch bitter
My dog banging the red like Clifford
Cuzzo be up in the cut like scissors
I'm in the club trying to f*ck on strippers
They just be running they mouth on Twitter
I'ma keep running it up with my n*ggas
I move my wrist and the stones like glitter
He said he wanted the smoke, won't talk on the phone, no, n*gga, we coming to get you