Go And Get It Lyrics – B.G. (Ft. Birdman & Jaquees)

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D-Rock, D-Rock, D-Rock

It’s Not Hard To Be Real, That Shit Easy
Pull A Chair To The Table, Cause We Are Human
We Are Bosses So We Grindin’ For A Reason
Delicious Butter, Fam, Ten Toes, Every Season
Into The Money I Type Away, I’m Grindin’ Every Single Day
You Niggas Gotta Count The Family Out, For Me It’s Not The Case,
Stanna Give Me The Play And I’m Going With It,
100 Million A Day And We Gon’ Split It

(How You Love!)
Run It Up That’s All The Nigga Know
Double Op Truck Take Up Half The Road
Run It Up, Spend A Check And Run It Up Some More
Hit The Mob, Spend A Check On My Baby Clothes
Cut Off All My Ho*s, B!tches Went Playin’ They Roles Yeah
You Know How It Go, Leave A B!tch At The Stove Yeah
Stickin’ To The Code, That’s The Only Thing I Know Yeah
Order Up A Load, I’ma Need Some Ho*s For Good Yeah
I’ma Need A Reddy, I’ma Need A Wildin’
Lost At Sea, Take Her To Her Island
Hit It Till She Sleep, You Know Where To Find Me
Took Her To Chanel, Top Shelf, She Define

It’s Not Hard To Be Real, That Shit Easy
Pull A Chair To The Table, Cause We Are Human
We Are Bosses So We Grindin’ For A Reason
Delicious Butter, Fam, Ten Toes, Every Season
Into The Money I Type Away, I’m Grindin’ Every Single Day
You Niggas Gotta Count The Family Out, For Me It’s Not The Case,
Stanna Give Me The Play And I’m Going With It,
100 Million A Day And We Gon’ Split It (Onhhhh)

I Told That B!tch To Get My Money Right
Big Temp And B!tch You Better Have My 100’s Tight
Big Temp And I Been Ballin’ For 100 Nights
One Move On The Jitter Cost A Hundred Flights
Bad B!tches Vegas Night, Niggas Rollin’ Dikes
Ten Mil To Win A 30 On A Boxing Fight
I Put It Down With My Round, Now We Livin’ Life
I Tell That B!tch To Wrap It Tight, Cause We Take A Flight
Reverse My Temp And Tell That B!tch I Want My Shit
And Tell You Pu*sies That Fell Off Pu*sies My Lick Back
Hop On Some Of Nick, We Bout To Bring The Jets Back
Superstars In These Cars With All The Kicks We RIP

It’s Not Hard To Be Real, That Shit Easy
Pull A Chair To The Table, Cause We Are Human
We Are Bosses So We Grindin’ For A Reason
Delicious Butter, Fam, Ten Toes, Every Season
Into The Money I Type Away, I’m Grindin’ Every Single Day
You Niggas Gotta Count The Family Out, For Me It’s Not The Case,
Stanna Give Me The Play And I’m Going With It,
100 Million A Day And We Gon’ Split It

We Gon’ Split It, Look Lace A B!tch Up,
Break A B!tch Hard Depending On How I Feel
Take A Little B!tch, Move Her To The Hills Yeah, I’m Him For Real
Been Through A Lot To Get To This Spot A Lot Of Blood, Sweat, And Tears
Climbing To The Top, A Nigga Won’t Stop Until I Reach A Hundred Mile
Carats In Both My Ears B!tches On Both My Arms,
Switches And All My Guns All Up, She B!tch Weed And Bones
Act Your B!tch, I’m That Nigga She Ain’t Answer, Cause I’m With Her
All In The Yacht, D!ck All In Her She Shows Up On Me, It’s A Thriller
She Shows Up On Me, I’m Richer Fu*kin’ With Me, She See You Lame
She Feel Safe Around All These Killers
She Love Being Around All This Game
She Love Being Around All This Flame
She Love Being Around All This Fame
And That Maybach Curtain’s Drawn,
Damn This B!tch Got Good

It’s Not Hard To Be Real, That Shit Easy
Pull A Chair To The Table, Cause We Are Human
We Are Bosses So We Grindin’ For A Reason
Delicious Butter, Fam, Ten Toes, Every Season
Into The Money I Type Away, I’m Grindin’ Every Single Day
You Niggas Gotta Count The Family Out, For Me It’s Not The Case,
Stanna Give Me The Play And I’m Going With It,
100 Million A Day And We Gon’ Split It