Getcho Mans
Warren Hue, Rich Brian
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(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger) Uh, get your mans If you switchin' up then tell me in advance (yeah, ay) Sticky hold, rack hundreds on my fingertips, ay yeah Chain swangin', dunno where the metal is, ay, ay Pull up with a bitch, she dance, got us some heaven pants Bitch, we on a different rank, I am the veteran (ay, yeah) Bitch, I quit my vans, then just do my dance, ay, yeah Kill streak shit on the game, then it's just represent, ay yeah (yeah) Mona Lisa and Picasso, bones on limp, I'm a child though Cultural vision on a 5-0, waves form when we out, ho Came storm like it's X-Men, f*ck with me, you is dead man In my pockets, dead men and I leap like it's Jumpman Coach seats in the air, man, trophies, don't compare them What's a Grammy to a-, just send my Grammy, give it to me What's a gram to a fake bitch? Indonesian was a language Think I'm speakin' like a bad bitch Background in a whole different continent How we got different ad-libs How we got different mothers How we got different cash How we got different chances How we got different culture Rollin' deep with my dawgs you would think it's a veterinary I reached my goals by January, got the eyes of a tiger, Katy Perry Gettin' married to the game, little bitch, we not the same And that bitch pussy wet like Johnny Dang And that bitch done sold like 20k and I'm jokin', rollie pollie with the zaza Sippin', drinkin', bitin' with the foie gras You gon' need a Birkin when you buy buy I don't got a problem with the hot girl I'm the finished product, you the mark-up Quittin' the Xanny, bitch, get yo' bars up Youtube soldiers, get to the Choppa Just woke up, I get to the cameras You roll joints, I roll the Impalas I do not write I'm just telling my truth When I get in the booth, I don't f*ck with no Judas Got random computers, got so many sons, I don't know where the moon is If you do got the game like Galaga, boot up We pull up with goonies but I'd rather sit on my face like a Buddhist You fuckin' with groupies I get me lil' cuties I biggie, jig 'em in the the face, uh I fell in love in the middle of COVID, she badder than Addison Rae, uh You man did a post for that Fashion Nova seven times and he never got paid, uh I told my girl, hit a mute on the zoom, now she thinkin' of the parade, uh I took the family with trip in Japan for the week because that's how we raised, uh Get your mans (ay) If you switchin' up then tell me in advance (yeah, ay) Sticky hold, rack hundreds on my fingertips, ay yeah Chain swangin', dunno where the metal is, ay, ay Pull up with a bitch, she dance, got us some heaven pants Bitch, we on a different rank, I am the veteran (ay, yeah) Bitch, I quit my vans, then just do my dance, ay, yeah Kill streak shit on the game, then it's just represent, ay yeah Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Me and Warren 'bout to kill this shit It is gettin' scary, get the crucifix Saw them 'bout to leave, but I renewed the lease All the snake bitches get a peace sign Rewind that shit, remind that bitch We're the kings 'fore we turn to ashes, don't forget now, bitch I'm the main you a background, ay Foot to foot tryna go clash to clash And we are practically the most savage The most braggadocious boy that you've ever seen I'm on caffeine, the black jeans and them hoes passin' keys The flow Actavis , I'm sippin' tea, I'm limpin' 'Cause I got the whole game to carry, at the top you can't reach Oh my God my Nikes, I'm Mariah Carey, got a check in December You miss shots like a sober man, hold 'em, join the mini military Miss the sign, you the sight of a dairy Where he go? Shit gettin' scary I don't fistfight, bitch, I'm pretty, goddamn I'm pretty, bitch And I'm back in the juice, I don't play by no rules I awaken the Kyuubi, attack anything that are making a move I don't make an excuse, before you walk in, take off your shoes, bitch Are you limp, boy? Steppin' on shoelace I got blues but you so clueless Mark my words, I act in a movie, lil' bitch I got blue bills, match with the passes, blue jeans With a bad bitch on the side of the two seats School boy gettin' his P's and Q's I be groovy, yes, I'm in the new scene Bitch, I got new keys in Jacuzzi You be in the nosebleeds, why they're all moody Bitch, my bands be taller than Uzi Get your mans, kick him out like Bruce Lee, ay Uh, get your mans (ay) If you switchin' up then tell me in advance (yeah, ay) Sticky hold, rack hundreds on my fingertips, ay yeah Chain swangin', dunno where the metal is, ay, ay Pull up with a bitch, she dance, got us some heaven pants Bitch, we on a different rank, I am the veteran (ay, yeah) Bitch, I quit my vans, then just do my dance, ay, yeah Kill streak shit on the game, then it's just represent, ay yeah
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Written by: Brian Soewarno, Jacob Ray, Powers Pleasant, Warren Hui
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