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Get It In Video (MV)




Performed By: Yung Sauce
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Trey Strahan




Yung Sauce - Get It In Lyrics
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I've been getting money, trying not to sin
Come and ride with me, we can get it in
This bitch say she wanna live the life of the rich
This bitch say she ain't never seen life out the trenches
I ain't have a thing, I ain't have a cent
I'm running to this money faster than I ever did
Now all my diamonds dancing, I'm staring at the glisten
I told her take a pic cause you won't see my ass again
You say you getting money, well, I am too
No bitch, I can't cuff you, girl, you ran through
I ain't wanna do it, but for this, I had to
I keep my circle small, I never wanna make room
Niggas always tryna do some shit to get at you
Niggas smoking Reggie and they tryna come match it
If you pull up on me, we gon' let your ass have it
We gon' let your ass have it
Slicing shit like deli meat
I beat all my felonies
There's so much shit left to see
I pulled up across the street
She gon' f*ck on him and me, that's just how these women be
What she gave to him, she gave to me, he pictured that shit vividly
I'ma pull up with some steam, I'ma pull up like Kareem
Bitch, you nothing but a fling
Can't be beat, I got a ring
I see shit that you can't see, I can't even f*cking sleep
They just wanna be like me, they gon' follow what they see
Call my phone, don't hear no ring
Bitch, she pulled up, she can sing
God forgive me for these things, I'm seeing shit all in my dreams
I put diamonds on my f*cking teeth, lost my nigga in these streets
Pussy boy, you acting tough, I'ma touch you with this heat
I put a band down on my feet, a thousand bands, that's what I need
Only see you when it's time to eat, You can't even make a band a week
You can't even make a band off weed, boy, you're just a fan of me
Boy, you're just my son, I see, get the f*ck up off my meat
Your bitch, she gon' drink my seed, pull up on my favorite fiends
I'm like, what the f*ck y'all need, They gon' give me all they green
Niggas talking about they sipping lean, nigga, you just sipping green
I'm like, how the f*ck that feel, They like, it just got me sleep
I've been getting money, trying not to sin
Come and ride with me, we can get it in
This bitch say she wanna live the life of the rich
This bitch say she ain't never seen life out the trenches
I ain't have a thing, I ain't have a cent
I'm running to this money faster than I ever did
Now all my diamonds dancing, I'm staring at the glisten
I told her take a pic cause you won't see my ass again
You say you getting money, well, I am too
No bitch, I can't cuff you, girl, you ran through
I ain't wanna do it, but for this, I had to
I keep my circle small, I never wanna make room
Niggas always tryna do some shit to get at you
Niggas smoking Reggie and they tryna come match it
If you pull up on me, we gon' let your ass have it
We gon' let your ass have it
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I've been getting money, trying not to sin
Come and ride with me, we can get it in
This bitch say she wanna live the life of the rich
This bitch say she ain't never seen life out the trenches
I ain't have a thing, I ain't have a cent
I'm running to this money faster than I ever did
Now all my diamonds dancing, I'm staring at the glisten
I told her take a pic cause you won't see my ass again
You say you getting money, well, I am too
No bitch, I can't cuff you, girl, you ran through
I ain't wanna do it, but for this, I had to
I keep my circle small, I never wanna make room
Niggas always tryna do some shit to get at you
Niggas smoking Reggie and they tryna come match it
If you pull up on me, we gon' let your ass have it
We gon' let your ass have it
Slicing shit like deli meat
I beat all my felonies
There's so much shit left to see
I pulled up across the street
She gon' f*ck on him and me, that's just how these women be
What she gave to him, she gave to me, he pictured that shit vividly
I'ma pull up with some steam, I'ma pull up like Kareem
Bitch, you nothing but a fling
Can't be beat, I got a ring
I see shit that you can't see, I can't even f*cking sleep
They just wanna be like me, they gon' follow what they see
Call my phone, don't hear no ring
Bitch, she pulled up, she can sing
God forgive me for these things, I'm seeing shit all in my dreams
I put diamonds on my f*cking teeth, lost my nigga in these streets
Pussy boy, you acting tough, I'ma touch you with this heat
I put a band down on my feet, a thousand bands, that's what I need
Only see you when it's time to eat, You can't even make a band a week
You can't even make a band off weed, boy, you're just a fan of me
Boy, you're just my son, I see, get the f*ck up off my meat
Your bitch, she gon' drink my seed, pull up on my favorite fiends
I'm like, what the f*ck y'all need, They gon' give me all they green
Niggas talking about they sipping lean, nigga, you just sipping green
I'm like, how the f*ck that feel, They like, it just got me sleep
I've been getting money, trying not to sin
Come and ride with me, we can get it in
This bitch say she wanna live the life of the rich
This bitch say she ain't never seen life out the trenches
I ain't have a thing, I ain't have a cent
I'm running to this money faster than I ever did
Now all my diamonds dancing, I'm staring at the glisten
I told her take a pic cause you won't see my ass again
You say you getting money, well, I am too
No bitch, I can't cuff you, girl, you ran through
I ain't wanna do it, but for this, I had to
I keep my circle small, I never wanna make room
Niggas always tryna do some shit to get at you
Niggas smoking Reggie and they tryna come match it
If you pull up on me, we gon' let your ass have it
We gon' let your ass have it
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Writer: Trey Strahan
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