"I'm Gettin" as written by and Jr. Ronald Ferebee....
Yeah, Yonnie what a duece, feel good, so good, gettin paper nigga,so much paper man quarter mil of sex appeal what you know about that.

Hey, East Side, for life, I'm a Cleveland nigga i'm gonna grind 'til the day i die, get high, burry me with my Colt 45. Tell these hatas I'm gettin' that door, i make a hata want to hate me even more, tell me is it my way, the way i rap cuase you frequently might see me in your trap,tell these hatas i'm gettin that door, i make a hata want to hate me even more, tell me is it my chains, my bling, cuz we niggas simply do the damn thing

Tell these hatas im gettin' that door, i make a hata wanna hate fo sho, cuz im out here doing shows, gettin dough, quarter mil off of sex appeal, yeah i know, blame it on the flow, blame it on the dro, lotta niggas pissed cuz i hit there hole, but it wasn't my fault, the life i bought, she looking at me wonderin how much my jewels cost, I asked her was i fresh, she replied yes, still captivated by the diamonds on my chest, i told her take a guess, a couple for the watch, a couple for the chain girl i do the damn thing.

Don't forget the brain girl i keep my swag i'm ruled by the jaw homie i dont fuck with that, im the rulest rapper that this city ever had, Rick Rules in the building, you don't like it kiss my ass. Damn we at the blast can't catch us hangin' out the window, If you gonna beep you don't even know what you in fo. Yeah i'm a BAMF ill laugh at yo kin folk, come on pop the tanks nigga watch me spin more. I'm gettin, that door, I make a hata wanna hate me even more, tell me is it my swag, the way i rap, because you might frequently see me in your trap. Tell these haters i'm gettin, that door, i make a hata want to hate me even more. tell me is it my chain my bling, because my niggas simply do the damn thing.

Get money, let em hate,rap beats, push way, get money, let em hate, rap beats, push way.

I'm gettin, that cheese, now i ask why you niggas hatin on me, now understand im the motherfuckin man, doin what i wanna do your doin what you can got my gun up in my handparty A frames puffed over a grand man i see everythin i did it for the paper but they gave me the fake store in return simply do the damn thing.

I ain't here to stun i didn't come here to floss I just came to tell you niggas im the mothafuckin boss, and if you want to rap it might just cost. you might win some but your ass just lost,

Becuase im gettin' that door I make a hata wanna hate me even more, tell me is it my swag, the way i rap, because you frequently might see me in your trap, tell these hatas i be gettin that door i make a hata want to hate me even more, tell me is it my chain, my bling, because the niggas simply do the damn thing

Get money, let um hate, rap beats, push way, get money, let um hate, rap beats, push way.

Because i'm gettin' that door, i make a hata wanna hate me even more, tell me is it my swag, the way i rap, because you frequently might see me in your trap, tell these hatas i be gettin that door i make a hata want to hate me even more, tell me is it my chain, my bling, because the niggas simply do the damn thing



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