Get Along

作词 : Dominique Jones/Miles McCollum/LC Camel JR/Karon Vantrees/Abdul Thompson/Sebastián Gonzalez/John Weise/Jalen Weise/Zeus Negrete

作曲 : Dominique Jones/Miles McCollum/LC Camel JR/Karon Vantrees/Abdul Thompson/Sebastián Gonzalez/John Weise/Jalen Weise/Zeus Negrete

Ayy, with the wolves and the snakes, I'm safe

Niggas act for the fame, can't relate

Gettin' high in the Lamb' like a date

She my twin, but we can't get along

Drinkin' dope like we still in the '80s

Mud fake, probably havin' withdrawals

Got paper and ho get a—

Ayy, ayy, Got paper and ho get along

Got paper and ho get along

Got paper and ho get along

I make a bad bitch hit notes

Me and twin get the highest, for sure

We pour codeine in high doses

I don't get how a broke nigga joke

These lil' niggas **** (Phew)

No way a nigga really want smoke

I fly a bitch in and won't poke her

I just want her to see me the most (What? What?)

Rich young niggas, ya know? (Okay)

If it's up with me, don't post it (Phew)

Need to be worried 'bout bills

Not worried 'bout what the **** I'm postin'

Same young niggas I post with (Mm)

Post up, H-Town, loaded (Whew)

Pretty young bitch, come hold it (Phew)

Big boy, faces, toted (What? Phew)

Movin' around, boat-less (Phew)

Slime, I'm the coldest

Slide it to bro, how I owe him? (Slatt)

Get niggas spent like a token (Uh-huh)

Ayy, I be slimin', but I'm steady focused

She standin' on what she say, whenever I see her, I got somethin' for her (What?)

I really be livin', I'm livin in space

I'm big in the Bentley and 'Rari, I'm solar

Mind your feelings, but you in the way

We could explore, don't forget your play

I still be laughin' 'cause niggas be backwards

I got on my cleats and I didn't even play

Talk about the world when I'm banned in SoHo

Recommend ten milligrams in a day

Twin like Blake, put a nigga on a poster

And I'm gon' autograph with my name

She said I'm perfect but I'm two-faced

She said I'm perfect but I'm two—

Ayy, ayy

Got paper and ho get along

Got paper and ho get along

Got paper and ho get along (What?)

Ayy, ayy

Got paper and ho get along (The label in here, I can't be ****ed with)

Got paper and ho get along (Yeah, like, nigga)

Got paper and ho get along

Yeah, I put the swag and all of that shit that they said

You know that they got it from me (You know that they got it from me)

I let the ho take one of my Chrome Hearts sweaters, her body too little for me

We was just jiggin' with lean, I write up the script, man, the bro used to call me Spike Lee (What the ****?)

I was just hittin' that bitch and I pass her to Tune and I ball hog, your feelings ain't deep

You know sent you the AR deeds

You reach for a chain, you gon' lay where I preach

He got them pints, .38, yeah, we need it (Ugh)

Say he gettin' money, where it at? I ain't see it

I'm in that cell, three-hundred and sixty-five days

Man, I feel like the Tower of Pisa (Oh, yeah)

I'm never solo, as long as that blick on my side and I squeeze it, it's feelin' like teamwork

Pullin' her weave, then buy her a bundle

Yeah, she a thot, I say I had to dub her

I'm sippin' Wock', I know that you jealous

I'm ****in' first night, or holdin' a grudge

Bae, you ain't ever just seen you a group of young niggas with millions comin' like us

You ain't ever seen this Patek, it's rosey

Brown in the face like niggas in a [?] (Nigga)

Yeah, Cullinan flown like a boat on land

I don't **** with niggas, we the Kan't Be Klan

Remember payin' twenty-five cent for a Xan' (Xan')

Sell 'em for a dollar, Chrome Heart joggers

I done left five M cash, we the robbers (Robbers)

I ain't seen a problem that money can't solve (Solve)

Beefin' 'bout a bitch, they done killed my dog (Dog)

And I gotta tell your mama that it ain't my fault (Fault)

Findin' all the buttons, we preparin' for a war (War)

Brodie comin' home, I'm just waitin' on a call (Call)

Nigga ran off, but he ain't get far (Far)

Started from the bottom, now I'm high as the stars (As the stars), yeah