Big Sean Get It (DT) Lyrics

Yo its money time
Yeah
Yes sir

I'm trying to stuff 'em til they can't fit anymore
I'm talking Donald Trump level
I'm trying to get these dreams off the ground
All aboard for the shuttle all hos
Screaming oh
My ***** go
Go for the gold

OK B-I B-I *****'ll do it to death
If I come in with half bet I leave with the rest, OK
You might be cool getting fifty percent
And I'm like **** you doing I need Diddy percent
Got a million on line one and another mill dialing in
Momma on line four telling me how much not to spend
'Ye on line three telling me how we about to win
You one hold trying to get conferenced in
I just I just gotta have it
Imagine and make it happen I prayed about it then grabbed it
My life is a ****ing movie the baddest *****es get casted
I'm in a race with myself to see who can get it the fastest
I'm sipping on shh' older than me
The warmer the weather the colder the drink
The colder the weather the warmer the mink
I'm living life like I found a ****ing check with no ink
I get it

I'm trying to stuff 'em til they can't fit anymore
I'm talking Donald Trump level
I'm trying to get these dreams off the ground
All aboard for the shuttle all hos
Screaming oh
My ***** go
Go for the gold

Get it get it
***** we can get it
Get it get it
***** you can get it
Get it get it
***** I can get it
Get it get it
My ***** we can get it

Whoa the sky never seemed so low
Looking at a life you never seen so close
I had a dream about a trillion in cash
It's time to make it happen
I'm back to dreaming what you cant imagine
Talking cash **** you gotta fake a accent
I broke enough tree down that I can make a cabin
I turned all my problems to ash
All my ones into halves and then divide it by half
Pass it on to my man write my will out
Then pass it on to my fam' and finally become a man
I had a dream I was greatest of all time
Greatest of all Big's and greatest of all Sean's
Sipping on shh older than me
The warmer the weather the colder the drink
The colder the weather the warmer the mink
I'm living life like I found a ****ing check with no ink
I get it

I'm trying to stuff 'em til they can't fit anymore
I'm talking Donald Trump level
I'm trying to get these dreams off the ground
All aboard for the shuttle all hos
Screaming oh
My ***** go
Go for the gold

Get it get it
***** we can get it
Get it get it
***** you can get it
Get it get it
***** I can get it
Get it get it
Yeah yeah my ***** we can get it

Written by: Luigi De Angelis, Maurizio Clemente, Don Stafford, Giuseppe Troccoli
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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