I Get It In

Текст песни Ike Nice - I Get It In

I Get It In Lyrics[Intro: Ike Nice]
They call me Nice

[Verse 1: Ike Nice]
Looking at my clock and yes I think it’s time to get it
I got money on my mind as if a dollar’s on my fitted
I’m so fly, I’m so cool, I’ve been killing shit since ‘02
I’m like really what’s good and what’s new, I’m a beast let me out this zoo
Yeah I’m gon' kill it, I know y'all feel it, put a track on IV
And the flow be sick like there’s an H in front the IV
Big butt and a smile damn that there’s poison like some Ivy
But this is grown man business so I’ma have to see some I.D
Rolling with two chicks and we twisting 'em up
Speakers on blast and there’s bass in the trunk
Puff puff ash then pass me the dutch
Liquor in the glass then pass me the cup
Bad mixed bitch please pass me the mutt
Laughing to the bank and the mansion is guts
I don’t give a fuck what you trying to discuss
MC in the background speaking of the cuss
The coolest, but I’m still gon do this, I’m a grown ass man
This here is hot, and it’s hitting yo block, do you catch my tan?
Man I’m talking bought money, that’s my only language, do you understand?
Chilling at the club, with a thousand chicks, screaming “this my jam!”
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I get it in yeah, I get it in yeah
I get it in yeah, I get it in yeah
I get it in yeah, I get it in
So shorty if you rolling bring a friend

[Verse 2: Ike Nice]
This is cold better grab you a fleece
Los Ang marathon yeah we run in the streets
See it’s funny, I used to be underachieving
Now I’m at the Four Seasons with some bad breezies cheefing
They was sleeping on the kid, I’m like yeah right you dreaming
All I do is make hits, got more coming like semen
Couple shots got me leaning, get the bitches 'cuz we leaving
See the game is so deceiving, all the smiling people scheming
Chilling by the beach with an actress fam
Cause I’m all about the Gs like a Packers Fan
And these rappers they ain't rappers they just actors fam
I don’t see none of em, failed my eye exams
No scams, just grams, you trying to roll one?
And I’m chilling with a bad chick, a cold one, OK
My party life is hype, I need an intervention
If she ain’t giving brain, then put her on detention
My pockets stupid fat, call them Peter Griffin
All my bags is packed, I’m just ego tripping
Margarita sipping, fly shit
Jet pack, high shit
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[Verse 3: Ike Nice]
I am turned up like some speakers
Blowing reefer with some divas
I am sharper than a cleaver
Superstar like some Adidas
Shake that keester like a seizure
Yeah I live a life of leisure
Penthouse suite, Living Single like Khadija
I don’t love ya I don’t need ya
I’ll forget ya like amnesia
Getting Franklins like Aretha
School these kids just like a teacher
I’m so fresh, I’m so fly
I smoke weed bitch I get high
Is there anything on yo mind?
Time is money, I’ma need some mo' time
Let me lay this out, for these fake ass niggas and you whack ass hoes
Got different styles, switch 'em up on the beat, I treat shit like clothes
I ain’t got no time for these timid ass chicks, texting Xs and Os
See my haters is pussy, so I tell these niggas, they should keep they legs clothes

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