[Intro]
We had to go get it
Get the bag and we split it

[Chorus: Damii]
Get off your ass and go get it
N***a, quit the bitchin' go run up the digits
Broke in the past, probably needed a cast, so we need money to fix it
Where was you at when we needed a hand? You MIA you went missing
It's me and my brothers, no need for new friends, [?] you snakes or you snitches

[Verse 1: Damii]
Can't love you bitches, 'cause I'm in love with the chicken
Like the game broke I be glitchin'
Do not need permission, to get up and collect comission
I fucked up and made bad dеcisions, I had me a vision
I put in [?]
[?]
Nah, that is not kidding
We run it up, tryna make us a killing
And wе not stopping, till we touching billions
If it's not 'bout a dollar then you oughta zip it
Came up on some grams, I knew I would flip it
It's gone as soon as I get it
Cash only, can't do the credit
Say that you got me, don't get it
I'm not with that bullshit, forget it
And no, it ain't cap if I said it
[?] I keep on forgetting
I'm too high, I'ma need me a second
I'm on Mars, no, another dimension
Flight to Cali to change up the setting
So many L's, learned my lesson
L to the face for the stressin'
When you broke, that's the cause of depression
Stack it up, I add to my collection
And despite with my n***as, big bottles in sections
We put the work in, Hulk Hogon, keep flexin'
If you not getting to it, you lazy, you resting
Eaters, they want us, keep calling and texting
50 Cent, bitches ask 21 Questions
Guilty, I cheated, like standerdized testing
Movie X rated like viewers' discretion
Made some mistakes, but they gon' get corrected
Make no mistakes, I end up in correction
Search for the lute, but I'm good with directions
You just so lost, n***a, without directions
Had to get right, shit go left in a second
[Chorus: Damii]
Get off your ass and go get it
N***a, quit the bitchin' go run up the digits
Broke in the past, probably needed a cast, so we need money to fix it
Where was you at when we needed a hand? You MIA you went missing
It's me and my brothers, no need for new friends, [?] you snakes or you snitches

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Where was you at when I needed some grams?
Brodie was up in the kitchen (Hey)
That n***a funny, he said he want 100
Then the next minute he switching
Fuck it let's get it, you n***as moving like bitches, that shit funny till they go missing
On the road to the riches, my Ruger came with extensions
I don't pay attention to dissing
I've been on a mission
[?] on the block, pockets dry like a sand storm
Run it up, now my bands [?]
If you got it, why you ain't put your mans on?
I got me a bag of two
She drop that attitude, they throw it back like a [?]
Straight off the avenue, when you getting money, that be the reason they mad at you

[Chorus: Damii]
Get off your ass and go get it
N***a, quit the bitchin' go run up the digits
Broke in the past, probably needed a cast, so we need money to fix it
Where was you at when we needed a hand? You MIA you went missing
It's me and my brothers, no need for new friends, [?] you snakes or you snitches