Go Getta Young Thug (Ft. MPA Wicced & Yung Booke)

[Intro: Young Thug]
(Dollars) Yeah
Hold up, Booke, where you at?
I'm in the 'yo, pull up, bro
Hold up, hold up, hold up, where you at?
I'm at the studio, bro, pull up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I let my homies air ya out
Like a car that's been sittin' for seven days
Yeah, and you can split the money seven ways
Or, let them strip you like you work at Blaze, ooh
Ray Bans, dark shades
Yeah, purple syrup, call it pink lemonade
I'm paid and I sip syrup all day
It's my sport, you should call it Leanoray
Orange and purple, it's [?]
Kush sprayed with finger spray
Nigga, I'm a junky, you niggas minor racks
I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that
I never ran from jack
If you make me run, shit, I'm back, uhhh

[Verse 2: MPA Wicced]
Ear piece is too cold, my neckpiece ridiculous
Ooh, my ring get me barking like it been frost bitten
I be gettin' bitches while you couch sittin'
You niggas soft as mitten, don't make me pay a visit
See, I be in the kitchen, rappin' and pitchin'
You know I gotta keep the smell down, vacuum city
You broke like a old elbow, you can't pay attention
See I be in the trenches [?] and the bitches
Franklin steady knocking and I'm like, "Who is it?"
I let 'em right on in, now, why would I [?]
You can ask your girlfriend, this money don't bend
I got the more hundreds, I ain't got them ones in