Getting It Back - Cymande

(Money done geeked on this motherfucker) (Woo) I be in the streets with the black .40 Had to bring the bag shorty (shorty) Had to bring the bag shorty She end up bein' attached We in the streets, your mans told me He was lowkey in the can, homie (homie) He end up bein' a rat homie (homie) We end up gettin' 'em back (brr) Had to bring the strap in (brr) Had to bend the trap in (brr) Had to beat up a track shit (brr) Had to beat up a bad bitch (bah) I end up bein' a savage We end up beatin' his ass We had to beat up the ass and (brr) He end up bein' a pack I be in the streets with the black .40 Had to bring the bag shorty (shorty) Had to bring the bag shorty She end up bein' attached We in the streets, your mans told me He was lowkey in the can, homie (homie) He end up bein' a rat homie (homie) We end up gettin' 'em back (brr) Yeah, I end up runnin' 'em back (yeah) I end up floodin' the glass, yeah She end up bein' no cap, yeah Jits be waitin' on tax Niggas be waitin' to tap in I just be waitin' to clap it Niggas be waitin' and askin' I just be wavin' the mag' (brr) I just put eight in his back, bitch (brr) I just put gang on the map, bitch (brr) I just put drinks in the bag, bitch (brr) I got the lasers attached I'm in the VIP with the bad bitch (brr) Twenty-two shots in my Jag', bitch (brr) Ice on my ring, and it's flashin' (brr) And I got the gang in the back I be in the streets with the black .40 Had to bring the bag shorty Had to bring the bag shorty She end up bein' attached We in the streets, your mans told me He was lowkey in the can, homie He end up bein' a rat homie We end up gettin' 'em back (yeah) He end up bein' a pack (yeah, yeah) Had to bring the bag (yeah, yeah) He end up bein' a rat (yeah) We end up beatin' his ass (yeah) She end up bein' a bad bitch I end up bein' a savage They told me I never lasted I end up bein' a and kid I be in the streets with the black .40 Had to bring the bag shorty (shorty) Had to bring the bag shorty She end up bein' attached (brr) We in the streets, your mans told me He was lowkey in the can, homie (homie) He end up bein' a rat homie We end up gettin' 'em back (yeah) He end up bein' a bitch (bitch) We end up bein' all rich (rich) Yeah, I'm in the V with his kids His baby mama be suckin' my dick (she suck my dick) Baby mama know that I'm lit (lit) He baby mama ain't sayin' shit (shit) Baby mama know he a snitch His baby ma' know he a bitch (woah) His baby ma' know that I'm rich (woo) His baby mama know I'm that His baby mama gettin' this piss His baby mama get me them lips His baby mama get me them hips His baby mama get me them twists That bitch, she love this dick That bitch, she love that I'm rich I be in the streets with the black .40 Had to bring the bag shorty Had to bring the bag shorty She end up bein' attached (yeah) We in the streets, your mans told me He was lowkey in the can, homie He end up bein' a rat homie We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (yeah, yeah) We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (yeah, yeah) We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (yeah, yeah) We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (yeah, yeah) We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (yeah, yeah) We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (yeah, yeah) We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (yeah, yeah) End up bein' a bag

Sick with your self-indulgence I wanna talk to you but you won't budge I wanna talk to you but you won't budge (Tough luck) Lost in your false delusion I wanna listen but you don't say much I wanna talk to you but you won't budge (Get up) This is tough love This is getting over it What's this weight that's pulling your chin down? That's self-hate, your eyes are a ghost town I won't wait, don't want you to miss out Start up the truck, so many stories ahead I know you're a victim Not gonna deny that Your spirit is liquid And I've suffered like that We're fighting you frozen And we're gonna show them I know you hate to count on others I feel the same But I need you standing on your feet Sick with your self-indulgence I wanna talk to you but you won't budge I wanna talk to you but you won't budge (Tough luck) Lost in your false delusion I wanna listen but you don't say much I wanna talk to you but you won't budge (Get up) You got one life You're gonna piss it all away Self-pity ain't safe You're gonna piss it all away You're gonna piss it all away You got one life You're gonna piss it all away You got one life You're gonna piss it all away Self-pity ain't- Sick with your self-indulgence I wanna talk to you but you won't budge I wanna talk to you but you won't budge (Tough luck) Lost in your false delusion I wanna listen but you don't say much I wanna talk to you but you won't budge (Get up)