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 [Hook] [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 [Hook] [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 [Hook]