​get.it ​clipping. (Ft. Kill rogers & TiVo)

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Bitch, where your clothes
Why they ain't on the floor?
Player, where is your money
How you get in the door?
Colored lights like a disco
Downing shots like a missile
Put a stamp on that ass
Now that ass is official
Who getting sick from the thizzin'?
Who got grease in they kitchen?
Who got dollars for pussy?
Who the fuck is you kidding?
Who got kids at home?
Don't say nothing
Take your shirt off, show 'em something
Woah, hold up
Swag, swag, swag, throw up
Yeah, you got the club smelling like ass
Last asses still standing, gon' get it some cash
So get it, get it, get it, get it, get it

[Verse 2: TiVo]
Niggas out in line like there's nothing else to do
But it's nothing else to do with a line full of niggas
Aiming at the bar, like you waiting for a shot
Til somebody pull the trigger, now everybody dipping
Get them flipping out the door, whip it work, India Jones
Raid this bitch, indeed it though
Fuck the world 'til tomorrow come
It's more abundant be alone
Pour a blunt and drink the smoke
For the sun up, re-up more
The more you plan to be afloat
Everybody going like, "gotta get it, get it gone"
Get it 'til that shit is gone
Get it 'til them bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches know
Set the record set in stone
Set in metal, cell a' phone
Niggas reppin', reppin', more
Reppin' more, now get it, get it, get it