I Get It Molly Santana

[Intro]
Hm

[Chorus]
Hunnids, Fifties, I get it
Jump bag goin' trippy
Jump in, I ain't lackin'
Ridin' dirty, I'm heavy
Smoke spliff, I'm laughin'
Blunt down, don't pass it
Free-throwin' I'm crushin'
Three-pointer, I pack it
And, my jeans, they be saggin'
Tryna fit all my racks in 'em
You touchin', then I wack him
You ain't touchin' shit, you lackin'
I can show you how to get the packs in
I can show you how to work
Shoulda called me dope, so I called that bitch a Perc'

[Verse]
Called that bitch a bird, 'cause all she do is chirp (Oh)
She be sittin' up on Twitter, but she should be at work (Yeah)
I know her pockets hurt, I know my money's worth (Oh)
I know I'm good on this side, yeah, nigga, that's for cert' (Yeah)
Nigga, that's for cert', I get geeked like a nerd
Swag in my white shirt, and they singin' all the words, I bet I makе 'em nervous
'Cause you know I'm curvin'
Sеnd his ass to practice, tell 'em, "Put more work in"
I don't want you to be perfect
Whatchu bringing to the table?
'Cause you know I ain't no lame ho'
Yeah, you know I'm fully able
To get it on my own, get it by my 'lone