โหลดเพลง mp3 Get It - Busta Rhymes

Get It - Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)/Missy Elliott (蜜西·艾莉特)/Kelly Rowland (凯莉.罗兰)
Lyrics by：Trevor Smith
Composed by：Trevor Smith
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' yeah
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' oh yeah
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' sick
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' let's go
Dressed ready to impress fresh up in my louis suit
Step up in the cub b***hes line up ready to salute
Let me squeeze your juicy fruit mamis call me huey newton
Dapper like a cracker that's an act to gettin' movie loot
Get on your mark and get set ready go
Funny but these n***as already know
That we're knocking on microphones
Just hadn't already s**tted on n***as miraculous flow
Got n***as tryna reappear while the damage is low
That's an emphatical no
Slap him up clap him up bundle these n***as like packages
Wrap 'em in bandages slow
See a lot of b***hes in they humvee 4
Coward n***as comin' in and we be flingin' the door
Pause for a minute then I peel a little slow
Black then I throw the west up at every h*e
Why y'all other n***as money slow
Peep game 'cause my money come retarded though
This s**t here be the anthem for all of my b***hes
And every one of my gangsters yo gangsters yo
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' yeah
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' oh yeah
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' sick
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' aw let's go let's go
Pop to the pop drop like a drop top
Everybody lookin' when I step up in the spot
See the way I rock I'm hot you not
Everybody wanna clock man get off my jock
Everybody know misdemeanor don't stop
And my records don't flop got the game on lock
Not tick tock six carats in my watch
Now kiss my a*s haters keep watch
Get it get it money money I get it get it
Hundred grand in the club I'll spend it spend it
You lose you lose and I'm winnin'
Y'all lame doing nothing know I been did it
Don't come at all or ya better come with it
Money in my bank be seven digits
See me buy bottles with no cash limit
Flow be tighter than skinny jeans fitted
There is no competition I are the one no competition
Lick a gyal no competition
When mi come through tell the fool better run
Wanna battle me well you a dum-dum
Not kelly but I give her motivation
My style you not takin' I'm missy e money makin'
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' good
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' so good
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' sick
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' here we go
Y'all n***as already know what it is
Y'all n***as already know what I do
Every time we step up in the spot
Homie I'ma take yo shine from you
Homie you ain't got the slightest clue
Diamonds'll shine with the brightest blue
N***as had to throw that money how we throw it
Funny but they money on a diet too
I ain't even knew him why they try it boo
'Cause I throw brass if a n***a tired
Broke n***a leave until they gone gone gone
Homie get a little inspired too
Preach s**t 'til another amp is smokin'
Spend til' I'm lookin' like a martian floatin'
That motherf**ker's lookin' at me all weird
Funny n***a you ain't seen that god has spoken
It's like they turned the lights on see
The way we shine b***h
You spend 'til your bread gone
We spend like it's a crime b***h
Homie now throw that bread like you don't give a f**k
Shawty go 'head bend over pick that money up
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' yeah
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' oh yeah
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' sick
Get it get it get it get it
Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' pimpin' pimpin' pimpin' pimpin'