Prontow - Get It Back / Private Show Lyrics

Smoked up, bout to pour up, we gon' link up when I touch down
These niggas want a lot of favours but they never wanna put the bucks down
So and so just walked in the building I don't really see what all the fuss bout,
Niggas takin pictures with em' and im in the corner thinkin' nigga f*ck clout

Misdemeanour, rockin fake adidas, grandma was a cleaner workin for the man
Ima put her in a benz so that she can stunt hard when she run into them
Killin' it simply
Watching them mimicking
All of the shit that I do is so effortless
Yo' bitch is f*ckin for clout aint no second guess
Birthday suit on and she knows its my favourite (Yeah)

I tried to tell you I do it with ease
My nigga I do it so effortless
I'm 3 minus 2, I'm the one so you best hold your tongue when you're running your mouth and shit
I never settle for second best
Talkin' to me? Say it with your chest
Only time I write is when I write a fire verse or write you niggas f*ckin cheques
I'm hungry they're feeding me beats
These rappers are servin me beef
Im pickin it out of my teeth
I might get blood on my leaves
Prontow been droppin' like eaves
Move through the hood like a G
I like my women in threes

You niggas is lost aint no coming back
My city loves me like a running back
You niggas is lost aint no coming back
My city loves me like a running back, woah

If I want it, Ima get it back
If I want her Ima get her back
Cause she loves me like a running back
Cause she love a nigga for the racks
Know she love me for the money bands
Know she riding for the money bands

If I want it, Ima get it back
If I want her Ima get her back
Cause she loves me like a running back
Cause she love a nigga for the racks
Know she love me for the money bands
Know she riding for the money bands
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ayy woah, ayy

PRIVATE SHOW
You danced all night, all that money on the floor
You bout to pick it up I know you gon' spend it all on...
I know you gon' spend it all
I know you gon' spend it all on you
You deserve it
Mmm baby you been workin'
You deserve it
Mmm baby you been workin'

How'd you do that with your mmmm
Girl you gifted, peter pan all in my pockets lets get lifted

How'd you do that with your mmmm
Girl you gifted, peter pan all in my pockets lets get lifted

Back to my ways
Smokin' a blunt and im trappin' the smoke in my lungs like a packet of Lays
I'm running on E but I know we gon' make it so I keep ignoring the guage
Running with all of the ones who been with me since Ed, Edd and Eddy
I'm at the Finish line waiting for Jesus to drop the confetti
All of my niggas are hungry, I feel it, I know that we ready
Drunk as a bitch but I'm raising my cup for a sip of that henny
Talking bout me then you'd better just say all that shit to my face
Im leavin a fire on all of beats and the stages I grace