[Lyric] Get Me Some feat. Im Sigga (Sway Kold)

[Intro: Young nigga sway]
Yea,yea,yea,yea, yea,yea

[Hook: Young Nigga Sway]
I'm Bout To Get Me This Paper
I'm Bout To Get Me Some Cash
I Told That Bitch We Ain't Fucking No More
All That Shit Was In The Past (All in the past)
I'm Steady Counting These Racks(I'm counting these racks)
I Want Money I'm Doing It Fast
Your Bitch She Giving Me Head,I Smack On That Booty I'm Feeling So Blessed (Yea)
You Better Mind What You Say Nigga
You Better Stick To Your Lane Nigga
I'm bout to cop on my drip,oh fuck all that shit
That bih from the gram nigga
I see you liking my pictures
I know I gotta be with ya
I'm bout to get to get on my mission, fuck all these niggas I know they be snitching

[Verse 1: Young nigga sway]
Yеa,when I want the money I takе it up
She on my dick she wan' back it up
I know that bitch she wan' please me, had to pull on that bitch in my drip, drip
Murder a beat with precision,I take your bitch & we fuck in the kitchen
She wanna give me some children, I told that bitch I don't love you oh leave me
I'm Bout To Start Getting Paiidd yea
They know I Murder the gaammee yeah
She busy blowing my phone but I turn it off that bitch she insaannee
I take your bitch with no jewelery (Yea)
Pussy ass niggas & foolery huhh
You better know when I say something,all these other niggas tryna play something
Im gonna live for this paper, always been a nigga I don't play uhh
She wanna gimme a reason,she fuck on my niggas I'm back in the city yea
I'm always having a vision, I'm gonna be preaching that verse for the Bible yea
I wanna get me a milli & cash, I know that bitch but it's all in the past
[Hook: Young Nigga Sway]
I'm Bout To Get Me This Paper
I'm Bout To Get Me Some Cash
I Told That Bitch We Ain't Fucking No More
All That Shit Was In The Past (All in the past)
I'm Steady Counting These Racks(I'm counting these racks)
I Want Money I'm Doing It Fast
You Bitch She Giving Me Head,I Smack On That Booty I'm Feeling So Blessed (Yea)
You Better Mind What You Say Nigga
You Better Stick To Your Lane Nigga
I'm bout to cop on my drip,oh fuck all that shit
That bih from the gram nigga
I see you liking my pictures
I know I gotta be with ya
I'm bout to get to get on my mission, fuck all these niggas I know they be snitching

[Verse 2 : I'm Sigga]
Call me yur father bitch coz im yur dada
Check out designers bitch i got the prada
New ice keep my neck flooded
Nigga need a new dress closet
I wait in line for my next private
I praise the Lord for the good project
I took his shawty in a split sec
Im taking groove to the old cabin
Smoking gas till i pass out nigga i need a blunt to be blessed up
Im the prodigy got the trap style
Haters be hating my lifestyle
Fly on these bitches we levitate
Pop up these niggas we renegade
We doin this shit now for better days
Nas on the beat its a holiday
Soon i be drivin the porches
Later i be counting the profits
Niggas be counting their loses
Nigga in the game we the bosses
Im a gang banger need no conflicts
Im the leader call me Moses
I dont need no pussy need some practice
She'll be slidding on my dick like a catfish
[Hook: Young Nigga Sway]
I'm Bout To Get Me This Paper
I'm Bout To Get Me Some Cash
I Told That Bitch We Ain't Fucking No More
All That Shit Was In The Past (All in the past)
I'm Steady Counting These Racks(I'm counting these racks)
I Want Money I'm Doing It Fast
You Bitch She Giving Me Head,I Smack On That Booty I'm Feeling So Blessed (Yea)
You Better Mind What You Say Nigga
You Better Stick To Your Lane Nigga
I'm bout to cop on my drip,oh fuck all that shit
That bih from the gram nigga
I see you liking my pictures
I know I gotta be with ya
I'm bout to get to get on my mission, fuck all these niggas I know they be snitching