Lyrics: USDA. Cold Summer. Get It Up.
:
Get it up niggas , get it up X4
Hook:X2
on the road to riches imma get it up
my grind is relentless imma get it up
my shine is ridiculous imma get it up
imma get it up, imma get it up
Slick P:
Fresh out the box like a pair of nike airs its slick
for the green like sebastian telfair
the shields in this bitch
we seek and destroy
your boy got a mind like sigman freud see the lawyers and the haters got me paranoid
but i see the finish line so im going for it we the streets choice,
we dont need no awards
you can clip the wings and we still gon soar
u lame as niggas aint spittin for shit dump truck niggas you garbage pale kids
got my swisha in my hand and my 5th on tuck
one thing on my mind and thats gettin it up
Hook
Jeezy:
Got money to the ceiling
bags full of white
strapped young gizzle?
you goddamn right
snitch this week better think twice
even 3 times cuz i bust mine
imma get it up imma get it in
homie came through when he cashed out 10
26's now ridin on thangs
straight to the spot i ran through the change
The 100's and them 50's homie
aint shit new the whole task force know me
keep a sack yea the whole hood on me
it aint all bad but it aint all good homie
Me and slick pulla bball sting fyi we tote them things
parked lambo then i hopped in a rarri hopped out a rarri then i hopped in a bent.
brought a 100 thousand with me all that spent now im standing round like where that went
now gt stil blowin my dro imma get it in make it cost some more
Hook
Bloodraw:
stackin to the ceiling dog
bird in your backyard
fuck the safe deposit dog
the fans tryna take it all
niggas still foldin money
i aint even holdin money
i been left the trap and them niggas still owe me money
still gettin it up im tryna get up
but its hard to leave the streets b4 a nigga fucked up
money aint the root of evil its the love of that motherfucker
3 the hard way stick together like blood brothers
family come fore everything one twenty for the pledge
we speak for the real niggas
if im lyin them im falling dead b4 i be broke receiving death or them cuffs im going all out cuz im tryna get it up
Hook:X2
Jeezy:
Me and slick pulla bball sting FYI we tote them things X3
FYI We tote them things X3
(Thanks to Chris for these lyrics)
Get it up niggas , get it up X4
Hook:X2
on the road to riches imma get it up
my grind is relentless imma get it up
my shine is ridiculous imma get it up
imma get it up, imma get it up
Slick P:
Fresh out the box like a pair of nike airs its slick
for the green like sebastian telfair
the shields in this bitch
we seek and destroy
your boy got a mind like sigman freud see the lawyers and the haters got me paranoid
but i see the finish line so im going for it we the streets choice,
we dont need no awards
you can clip the wings and we still gon soar
u lame as niggas aint spittin for shit dump truck niggas you garbage pale kids
got my swisha in my hand and my 5th on tuck
one thing on my mind and thats gettin it up
Hook
Jeezy:
Got money to the ceiling
bags full of white
strapped young gizzle?
you goddamn right
snitch this week better think twice
even 3 times cuz i bust mine
imma get it up imma get it in
homie came through when he cashed out 10
26's now ridin on thangs
straight to the spot i ran through the change
The 100's and them 50's homie
aint shit new the whole task force know me
keep a sack yea the whole hood on me
it aint all bad but it aint all good homie
Me and slick pulla bball sting fyi we tote them things
parked lambo then i hopped in a rarri hopped out a rarri then i hopped in a bent.
brought a 100 thousand with me all that spent now im standing round like where that went
now gt stil blowin my dro imma get it in make it cost some more
Hook
Bloodraw:
stackin to the ceiling dog
bird in your backyard
fuck the safe deposit dog
the fans tryna take it all
niggas still foldin money
i aint even holdin money
i been left the trap and them niggas still owe me money
still gettin it up im tryna get up
but its hard to leave the streets b4 a nigga fucked up
money aint the root of evil its the love of that motherfucker
3 the hard way stick together like blood brothers
family come fore everything one twenty for the pledge
we speak for the real niggas
if im lyin them im falling dead b4 i be broke receiving death or them cuffs im going all out cuz im tryna get it up
Hook:X2
Jeezy:
Me and slick pulla bball sting FYI we tote them things X3
FYI We tote them things X3
(Thanks to Chris for these lyrics)
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