Getcha Some Big Sean

[Intro]
Shit, you want my shoes?
You want my shirt?
My jewels too, nigga?
Well you need gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha, gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha, gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha, gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some

[Hook]
Fresh, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic
Polo, Louie to Gucci, like that's one fresh jacket
They looking at a nigga, like that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that this cash get?

[Verse 1]
You can't afford the price, so why the hell would you ask it?
These faggots try and snatch it, get they ass in a casket
Ya honey love me, she admire the fashion
And I call her baby girl, just like her dad did
There's 100's on my paper like a smart ass class kid
Because I'm on top my route, like an ad lib
And you should holla mamma, Dolce and Gabbana mamma
Gotta a whole lot o' mamma, Fendi and the Prada so you need to
Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some
Gon' getcha some, gon' gon' getcha some
But to get boy you gotta be rich or something
And my attire hard, hard like my dick or something
I made more then ends meat
My nigga BIG told me he was bout the Benji's
I'm in the lime light 'til the point my skin green
And living my dreams 'til the point you should pinch me to convince me