Get at me lyrics

[Chorus: Shofu]
Get at me b*tch
Get at me b*tch
Finger on the trigger
And I'm starting to get a itch
Ladies throwing pus*y at me
Got a hundred on the pitch
I be spending all my money
But a n*gga still rich

[Verse: Shofu]
Pop a n*gga like a zit
If he talking sh*t
Please don't stick your fingers through the fence
Where your common sense
Munchin beats, my stomach like a pit
And it's bottomless
Team of shooters aiming at your head
I'm Gregg Popovich
Gun go off
But you don't know who hit
It's anonymous
Shofu extra heavy in this b*tch
Hippopotamus
I be spittin' fire drills
Some would say I'm all about my dollar bills
Imma blow up any day
But now I got some time to kill
This is an acquired skill
Run this sh*t I'm tired still
Words ain't never work before
Convince em, bet the iron will
Bend em to my iron will
Never needed any help
Never changing for a b*tch
The level make me lose myself
Chilling with my millions
Tryna get a zillion
Catch me in the dark
Shining brighter than my brilliance
I'm out here going in again
Are you n*ggas feeling this?
(Well actually)
Shut up b*tch
No one asked for your opinion
My own man
n*gga you lost, then check the floor plan
We don't f*ck around
That's the motherf*cking slogan
Water was a luxury
Now we sipping cognac
n*ggas skipped the script
But they getting with the program
Get at me b*tch
Point them pistols at me b*tch
Lead me to a bridge and tie me up and kick me off the sh*t
I need to be offa this
b*tches on my c*ck and sh*t
pus*y hoes and derrières
Imma need a doctorate
Ballin' need a scholarship
pus*y n*ggas fraudulent
Gotta be the coolest motherf*cker on this continent
Scratch that, wait
Change that to worldwide
Just know
She thinking bout it n*gga, when your girl smile
[Chorus: Matt Houston]
Get at me b*tch
Get at me b*tch
Finger on the trigger
And I'm starting to get a itch
Ladies throwing pus*y at me
Got a hundred on the pitch
I be spending all my money
But a n*gga still rich
Get at me b*tch
Get at me b*tch
Drama meet the shotty
Soccer, you gon' catch the kick
Now that this here making dollars
Give a f*ck who makes sense
Once a youngin' started hopping
I been ballin' ever since

[Verse: Matt Houston]
Get at me b*tch
Get at me b*tch
Pair of shoes on me
Costing double what your rent
No regrets
Used to give a f*ck
Gave it up for Lent
What you spent
Just to get to where
We were got invited to sit
Drunk as sh*t
Might go f*ck your b*tch
Break up a couple quick
Rum and blunts I hit
Got me stumbling
But feel I'm running sh*t
So f*cking lit
They talking sh*t
Like who the f*ck I'm is
b*tch its Matt Houston
There will never be none other than
Y'all take bad b*tches in two
Mine all come in six
And they sucking di*k
Coming quick
In case you wondering
Question me
Clique be dumpin' clips
Until you bums get hit
Rich boy's looking like the plug
But we ain't hustle bricks
While you spend your money
Tryna f*ck these ratchets
Ass backwards
Got the club jumping like gymnastics
He past sick
Tits and asses
You can't grab or autograph em
Every beat I touch I turn to goat, that's automatic
I swear to god
These rappers want no parts
Boy, I'm known to finish problems
If you really wanna start
Ain't got time for small talk
We too busy living large
Need to find me
You can catch me in the stars
That's where we are
All these women round me got me feelin' myself
I been drinking so much, prolly killing my health
Going bald on em, Krillin
I'm revealing my wealth
And if I get the feel you might tell
Get at me b*tch
[Chorus: Matt Houston]
Get at me b*tch
Get at me b*tch
Finger on the trigger
And I'm starting to get a itch
Ladies throwing pus*y at me
Got a hundred on the pitch
I be spending all my money
But a n*gga still rich
Get at me b*tch
Get at me b*tch
Drama meet the shotty
Soccer, You gon' catch the kick
Now that this here making dollars
Give a f*ck who makes sense
Once a youngin' started hopping
I been ballin' ever since