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Snow Tha Product

Imma Get It

 

Imma Get It

(album: Run Up Or Shut Up - 2010)


That what you sound like to me, you know what I mean
You're calling me and it's not about money
Or something involving some benefit
I don't know what the fuck you're saying

Still me, pockets Rick Ross
I used to make money off the 8, like the Gosselins
Now I'm getting my cake like a boss
Making hella moves, ProTunes get me guap, bitch
I play the field, make a mill, and got options
Not a go-get'er, boy I already got this
Snow Tha Product, money is the topic
I get in anywhere I see I fit
Find me with my dubs up like [?]
Riding in a Benz, windows tinted, no stock shit
Bad girl in the principal's office
Strawberry Shortcake backpack in college
Got mixtapes and my headphone's knocking
And I keep my iPhone on silent
Hustling these tapes like rocks
I ain't picking up if the money ain't calling

Baby, I'm busy getting mine
I ain't picking up the phone if you is wasting my time
Told-told you-you, getting my cheese
I told-told you-you Imma get it-get it-get it-get it
[x2]

Ain't picking up for the blah blah
And the drama ain't getting in my car
I be on the grind and everything's a drop off
Take this, take that, yeah I got the block hot
Everything original, nothing is a knock off
What the hell you need, from clothes to a chop shop
I can get it off, from nowhere to pop off
And Ii know a couple white girls if you want box
Look, I'm a hustler so I know I call shots
And I be casting premium tapes copped hot
I won't ever stop even for the blockhouse
Really no brakes, 22 and I've gone far
So you can call me and leave me a message
Snow's off chronic baby no stressing
I'm guess you ain't 'bout gold, you're depressing
Fuck around and get kicked the hell out like

Baby, I'm busy getting mine
I ain't picking up the phone if you is wasting my time
Told-told you-you, getting my cheese
I told-told you-you Imma get it-get it-get it-get it
[x2]

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