Get Along (feat. Lil Yachty, LUCKI & Veeze)
Lil Baby
Ayy, with the wolves and the snakes, I'm safe
Niggas asked 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, won't poke her
I just want her to see we the most (what?)
Richest young niggas ya know (okay)
If it's up with me don't post it
Need to be worried 'bout bills
Not what the fuck I'm postin'
Same young niggas I post with (mm)
Post up, H-Town, loaded
Pretty young bitch, come hold it
Big boy, faces, toted
Movin' around, boat-less
Slime, I'm the coldest
Slide it to the bro, how I owe him? (Slatt)
Get niggas spent like a token
Ayy, I be slimy but I'm still focused
She stand on what she say
Whenever I see her, I got something for her
I really be livin', I'm livin in space
I'm thinkin' the Bentley, and Rari, and solo
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, 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
Ayy, ayy, got paper and ho get along (the label in here, I can't be fucked 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 juggin' with lean, I write up the script, man, the bro used to call me Sprite Licker (the Fuck?)
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, well 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 I 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 fuckin' first night, or holdin' a grudge
Bet you ain't ever seen you a good year
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 fuck with niggas, we the can't be clan
Remember payin' twenty-five zen for a Xan
Sell 'em for a dollar, chrome Heart joggers
I done left five M cash, we the robbers
I ain't seen a problem that money can't solve
Beefin' 'bout a bitch, they done killed my dog
And I gotta tell your mama that it ain't my fault
Runnin' all the buttons, we preparin' for a war
Brodie comin' home, I'm just waitin' on a call
Yeah, he ran off, but he ain't get far
Started from the bottom, now I'm high as the stars, yeah