Get Right

[Hook] Ma, don't waste you're time You with the wrong dude if you waitin' in line Talkin' that bull shit, soon to blow We ain't mad at you girl, you don't know Look, don't let life stress you out Tell me where you going, let me ash you out Check the boards ma, we put up numbers Come on, let's get right for the summer [Verse 1: Chuck Inglish] Hair cut, car washed And I'm Nautica'd out to the socks Fortune 500 CEOs on the yacht We don't talk about cash, we talk about stocks Down in Miami, this is where it gets hot I ain't there for them Heat though, I'm here on the beach The boats and the seats The boats and the girls and the birds and the bees We'll be here all week We made a few songs, you might read about me in your new magazine Bada-boom, bada-bing homie Need a loan, bad credit need funding If I go to the club, I ain't gotta spend nothing They got a table ready like "I hear Chuck's coming" Impalas down south like "I think a trucks running" Five more Os sound like a nice budget And five more of those, put 'em in a ice bucket [Hook] [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] You on the fence now You said you like who? You never tried what? But you would like to You goddam right you got a right to the high life We in a elephant grey BMW M-1 The inside color of dim sum Come ride with a nigga to the corner we been one These rap niggas line out their salary income I started rap team, but all of that cream That'd be harder than a gang member bat swing A part of me wanna give you my last name The other half of me wanna smash like a crash dummy A lotta gold like a rap mummy Got goals you supposed to live up to Whole lotta hoes sayin' "Yo Mike, I wanna fuck you" Little niggas sayin' "Yo Mike what you been up to?" Man, I'm just trying to stand out like a buck tooth [Hook]