Get Ya Shine On

Go and get ya shine on

Go, go and get ya shine on

Go, go and get ya grind on

Go, go and get ya shine on

Feelin' like a buck,

what the fuck you feelin' like? (That money)

Dead these hoes, that's a fuckin' piece of pie

Do it once and it's right, I ain't gotta do it twice

Numbers keep rollin' in like I'm out shootin' dice

Fuck who don't like, I end shit like periods

Bitches crampin' my style like they up on their period

They lazy with the shits, I'm never on bed rest

Keep track of my own money, I don't need FedEx

I keep it wavy like do-rags, bitch, I know that you mad

Walk a day up in my shoes, bet you get a shoe bag

All about a new rack, if you broke move back

Teach 'em how to style, so Louis V. is my school bag

Could take a shit in a tub and I bet these hoes clone it

Callin' me a bro, little hoe, I'm not Jonas

Bitch, I want a bonus, more money, I want it

Work so hard for these coins, my feet got coin on it

It's not me who's actin' funny

Since I made a little money

Go and get ya grind on

Go and get ya shine on

It's not me who's actin' funny

Since I made a little money

Go and get ya grind on

Go and get ya shine on

Speedin', another life I gotta live for

I sold my soul six times, I'm tryna get six more

This what we live for, this is our reality

Throwin' dollars in the pot, we brewin' up our fantasies

She said she never smoked and never popped a fizz

But she turn her savage up if you question like a quiz

This is what it is, we all reachin' for the sky

With money in our mind and blood in our eyes

Gotta grind it up till the gears get broken

Water in the garden, better get ya ass growin'

Get ya ass known and you can do it on your own and

Get ya ass blown if you in or set my zone in

Everything I'm ownin', what the fuck is showin'?

You ain't had shit, now you callin' on my phone and