Getcha Some

[Intro] Shit, you want my shoes? You want my shirt? My jewels too, nigga? Well you need gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some Gon' getcha, gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some Gon' getcha, gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some Gon' getcha, gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some [Hook] Fresh, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic Polo, Louie to Gucci, like that's one fresh jacket They looking at a nigga, like that's one fresh bastard I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that this cash get? [Verse 1] You can't afford the price, so why the hell would you ask it? These faggots try and snatch it, get they ass in a casket Ya honey love me, she admire the fashion And I call her baby girl, just like her dad did There's 100's on my paper like a smart ass class kid Because I'm on top my route, like an ad lib And you should holla mamma, Dolce and Gabbana mamma Gotta a whole lot o' mamma, Fendi and the Prada so you need to Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some But to get boy you gotta be rich or something And my attire hard, hard like my dick or something I made more then ends meat My nigga BIG told me he was bout the Benji's I'm in the lime light 'til the point my skin green And living my dreams 'til the point you should pinch me to convince me [Hook] Fresh, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic Polo, Louie to Gucci, like that's one fresh jacket They looking at a nigga, like that's one fresh bastard I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that this cash get? Well you need to, gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some [Verse 2] If I told you where to get it, you niggas still wouldn't grab it Just to pronounce it, you gotta add an accent And they ask, can they call me grocery store? Cause my pockets full of paper and plastic Man, you not avoiding my Asian persuasion Excuse the lil Ape in ya face, it stays Bathing And when the heat blaze on high beams You scream, I scream For some cold ass ice cream You need to gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some Pose for the hoes, they might wanna take a pic or something Hop up in the ride, they might wanna let me stick or something There's some things, I don't like, I love them Nike's But not the white on white's, forget the price tags Cause I get what I like, and your girl looking for me Because she like the pipe, ya dig? [Hook] ---------------------------------------------------- *Only in Finally Famous, Volume 2* [Verse 3] Dog, the fabric on my ass is satin and its sad n You think you could afford this fabric When it comes to the hoes I'm the man like Shaft is Cuz I'm clean cut and handle them like baggage Atheists turn Christian when I rock my True Religions Dog, It's that real when I'm rockin pastelle? These niggas wanna wonder what they have on me? I'm stickin to my roots like LRG Go n getcha some, go go an getcha some (x2) Pose for the hoes they might wanna take a pic or somethin Hop up in the ride they might wanna let me stick em some The rag 'round my neck complement the outfit I'm out with brawds you be watchin from your couches But I'mma need money power respect Find a little piece of Jesus and I threw em round my neck That's [Hook] FRESH, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic Polo, Louie to Gucci, like that's one fresh jacket They lookin' at a nigga, like that's one fresh bastard I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that this cash get? Well you need to Go n getcha some, go go an getcha some [x4]