Curren$y - Get To It lyrics

Yeah Yeah Trying to get a helipad on top of this b**h Hustling a long time Bentleys out side the villas Rose petals on the sheets Mints on the pillows Baby smoked out Dancing in the mirror Trying to draw me nearer But I got paper love I can’t make it any clearer love I can’t make it no realer Than the ceiling that I get from depositing millions I love thumbing through them Benjis Getting head on the beach In the drop top Rolls couldn’t match the feeling so Please excuse me if I keep it moving I know them big licks just ain’t gon’ come to me So I’m on the hunt Some people think I’m tripping, think I’m on one This is the mentality, brutality of New Orleans Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them Yeah Yeah Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them Its enough loot and b**hes in this world for all of us Lil homie you gotta think larger, broader Crabs in a bucket they k** you before you touch it That f**ing money, them haters don’t want to see you get none They want you on the porch right next to them Can’t entertain these bums get on your money Bro you’ll turn into a skeleton just waiting for that bread to come Get up and get to the paper Get up and get to the paper Get up and get to the paper Get up and get to the paper Get up and get to the paper Get up and get to the paper Get up and get to the paper Get up and get to the paper Get up and get to the paper Get up and get to the paper Yeah Yeah yeah yeah Get up and get to the