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Gotta Get It (feat. City 3000) Video (MV)




Performed By: J.J. Carr
Language: English
Length: 3:39
Written by: Jaylen Carr, Laurence Mast




J.J. Carr - Gotta Get It (feat. City 3000) Lyrics
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Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Ain't a thing more important
Imma die 'bout that money
When it call, can't ignore it
If it call, bitch I'm on it like
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
I been so focused, I swear I can't stop it, nobody is on what I'm on
I'm playin' chess, while y'all playin' checkers, jumpin' over y'all like some pawns
I swear I'm swagged out, we poppin' tags now, I'm lookin' fly like it's prom
Youngest one reppin', my city ain't frettin', put swangas up on an Aston
I came from nothin' but now man I'm on
All on my lonely, I came up, that's bond
Haters on dick, they love to hop on
I'll break your girl's heart, they should call me Shawn
Throw a mill on her ass like I am Von
I don't f*ck with rats, my name ain't Ron
What I do ain't possible, ain't been done
Came from the trenches and look where I've gone
Get the bag, we retrieving it
Like there's mothaf*ckin' trees in it
Roddy Ricch, every season and
Tony Chachere's how we be lit
Got the Hellcat screechin' and
You won't understand the reasoning
(Hol' Up!) Nah, you won't understand the reason
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Ain't a thing more important
Imma die 'bout that money
When it call, can't ignore it
If it call, bitch I'm on it like
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Some niggas live on the net, me, I'm up chasin' a check
Text her "I'm back in my act", bet that hoe hate me for that
Hop off a jet to a bag
I don't know shit 'bout jet lag
My patna died bangin' a flag
F*ck around die 'bout this bag
Damnit you heard what I said
Dreads hangin' low like a muhf*ckin' Fugee
I'm in the sticks where I'm muhf*ckin' gucci
I wear the Virgil with muhf*ckin' Gucci
Now name a nigga that could do it
For the bread, I'll do ya
'Member 'bout them nights I only had the noodles
That shit keep me up at night when nigga's droolin'
Man I can't see myself losin' like
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Ain't a thing more important
Imma die 'bout that money
When it call, can't ignore it
If it call, bitch I'm on it like
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
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Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Ain't a thing more important
Imma die 'bout that money
When it call, can't ignore it
If it call, bitch I'm on it like
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
I been so focused, I swear I can't stop it, nobody is on what I'm on
I'm playin' chess, while y'all playin' checkers, jumpin' over y'all like some pawns
I swear I'm swagged out, we poppin' tags now, I'm lookin' fly like it's prom
Youngest one reppin', my city ain't frettin', put swangas up on an Aston
I came from nothin' but now man I'm on
All on my lonely, I came up, that's bond
Haters on dick, they love to hop on
I'll break your girl's heart, they should call me Shawn
Throw a mill on her ass like I am Von
I don't f*ck with rats, my name ain't Ron
What I do ain't possible, ain't been done
Came from the trenches and look where I've gone
Get the bag, we retrieving it
Like there's mothaf*ckin' trees in it
Roddy Ricch, every season and
Tony Chachere's how we be lit
Got the Hellcat screechin' and
You won't understand the reasoning
(Hol' Up!) Nah, you won't understand the reason
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Ain't a thing more important
Imma die 'bout that money
When it call, can't ignore it
If it call, bitch I'm on it like
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Some niggas live on the net, me, I'm up chasin' a check
Text her "I'm back in my act", bet that hoe hate me for that
Hop off a jet to a bag
I don't know shit 'bout jet lag
My patna died bangin' a flag
F*ck around die 'bout this bag
Damnit you heard what I said
Dreads hangin' low like a muhf*ckin' Fugee
I'm in the sticks where I'm muhf*ckin' gucci
I wear the Virgil with muhf*ckin' Gucci
Now name a nigga that could do it
For the bread, I'll do ya
'Member 'bout them nights I only had the noodles
That shit keep me up at night when nigga's droolin'
Man I can't see myself losin' like
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
Ain't a thing more important
Imma die 'bout that money
When it call, can't ignore it
If it call, bitch I'm on it like
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
Uh, yea, we gotta get it
We gotta get it
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Writer: Jaylen Carr, Laurence Mast
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