zayfrmDXD - $go getta$ (CYPHER) (feat. B$nova, Majdasag & Shaay) Lyrics

I have no
Real go-getter, real hit-maker, real big-spinner
I'm a real muscular, real go-getter
I've been on a three, two, one, real ahh nigga

Go-go-getter, you a go-go-getter
Go-go-getter, you a go-go-getter
Go-go-getter, you a go-go-getter
Go-go-getter, go-go-getter

Ight, Said I lost all my dawgs, I don't know what I'm doing
It's deeper than music, this shit therapeutic
And I start selling drugs turn around, I abuse it
I'm poppin' these perky shit, f*ck up my fluid

She breakin' my heart, she don't know what she losin
Got him a gun, he don't know how to use it
This money and power, it's deeper than music
I'm spinnin' my niggas, we makin' a new sense

But f*ck it we up it, I buss it
I move with the stick, no, I move with percussion
No time for discussion, my niggas, we up here
I lost all my dawgs, and this feelin? Disgusting

Let you get in the mess and get sent to the rave
And I lost all my dawgs when I jump up like seven
Said I miss all my niggas, gon' see you in heaven
This city, we sorry, yo, we sendin' a message

I do what I want, and I do it so well, ball on these
Bitches like I'm Jemma Rae
Poppin' my shit in the dorm out there
Never give a f*ck what the haters say

Bitch, better learn to stay in the lane
Real ahh hater, real go-getter
And you can't come between me, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Real go-getter, real go-getter

Real go-getter, real go-getter
Real go-getter, rack some money out, do drugs, trigger
Everybody know I'm a real go-rigger
Everybody know I'm a f*ckin' reaper

Call me Maj da sag
Cause I'ma wrap my f*ckin' head, yeah
Walkin' with my pack, yeah, yeah
Yeah, real go-getter, real go-getter

Real go-getter, real go-getter
They don't give they stripes enough, yeah
They don't give they stripes enough
We ain't tryna give it up

I'm still in this motherf*cker with the ones I started with
And they can't not f*ck with us
Makin' a mil in a month
Sit in the back of the coupe

Till I make it to the front
Rap game put on a plate
Then I eat it all for lunch
Yeah, then the day, I have a son

He gon' get what he want
Baby, you know what I'm on
I'ma go get her
I'ma put all of you on

That's how I'm gon' get ya
Lil' Maja hit me on the phone
She said, I miss ya
So we wrote another song

Then we rappin' all night long
All night long
Go get her
Go get her

Go, go get her
Go, go get her
Go, go get her
Go, go get her

Go, go get her
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa