T.Y. (Rapper) - Get Ya Shine On lyrics

[Verse 1] Whoadie ain't no stopping this I don't know what you thought Especially with these diamonds that turn it light when its dark I came to see what's hap'n with getting this money But first, let me get a few things to you dummies All that repping and stunting it's not good for your health You'd be better loading up a gun and smashing yourself n***a don't love that hoe, n***a just f** that hoe One night is just about as far as it go Them lil' boys that you roaming with is not yo' patnas They waiting for bad time and they woulda been got ya 40 stop your heart, thats why we call it a heart stopper Book me for a show if you want a real show rocker I keep forgetting that I'm only 19 Half of the sh** that I've seen n***a you wouldn't believe Too many heads getting bust Why would I trust ya? They be out here playing it sour just like some mustard That's your problem right there I ain't with all that fussing Money cars and j**elry man that's my type of discussion I swear we do this sh** like its nothing JLR down South yea n***a we run this [Chorus](x2) Getcha getcha getcha grind on One things for sure Imma get mine on You ain't heard nothing like this in so long You gotta love it, I keeps it real to the bone [Verse 2] Real people gon' like it, and the fake gon' hate If you wait, Imma be drinking champagne in your state (?) off cause I made her patiently wait But she was like me, want to f** something and shake Man tell you the truth I think I like it that way If you think how I think, everything will be okay Hopped on the jet and took a flight around the world Check mate n***as who be acting like little girls Ain't nothing better than being a man with power If you can't go back to your hood that mean you a coward Old square a** n***a quit acting like you got it 'Fore I make one of my youngins go off in your pocket I'm a fool like my pa boy It's something you can't even finish so don't start boy We ain't got no limits we taking it to far boy Pull up on you while your girl in the car boy What's poppin' girly JLR we a army Camo down in that ape, gorillas performing If it's dealing with that cake my n***a I'm on it Don't be surprised somethin' come in my car what's the warning [Chorus](x2) Getcha getcha getcha grind on One things for sure Imma get mine on You ain't heard nothing like this in so long You gotta love it, I keeps it real to the bone