U-god - Go Get Pretty Like Me lyrics

[Intro: U-God] Yeah, this one right here Is for those fly motherf**ers All those motherf**ers get money All those money makers When you look in the mirror And you confident, your cologne is on right You smelling good, youknowhatimsayin' You ready to go out on the town, knowhatimsayin' It's all like this, go get pretty like me [U-God] I rock Dolce and Gabbana, Pierre Cardan frames Please, sunset windblows, pictures in the breeze Diamond cufflinks on, banging on my sleeve The studded engraved, solid gold L.A.'s Turn up my nose, to all those people that hate Cuz I create the dinner plates, the things they cant Mona Lisa's on my wall, I splash the Rem', brand Then dance the tango, with a rose in my teeth See this Spanish fly mami, with a rosary bead Hold her close to me, then I scuff my Gucci loafers Through money on the oochie, she f** me in the Rover I bent her over, the bu*ter soft ostrich After that, we had, some, sushi with some chopsticks We blew the Grand Canyon, the mansion with the tropics The house was made of marble, waterfall, walk-in closets She had the red hots, had me coming out my boxers [Chorus: U-God] There's no one in the city like me No one gets gritty like me, homey Big wheels spinnin' on D's Go get pretty like me, Goldie You're messin' with a real O.G. Ya'll n***az, y'all gon' see, homey No one gets gritty like me, Goldie Go get pretty like me [U-God] In the Rolls, vintage clothes like the mobster Take my hat off, hit the mic stand like Sinatra Seats at the opera, whose the man behind the suit Fireplace, on the mantle, the head of a moose an*lyze the truth, still slicin' all you snakes The lady k**er, license plate, icing on the cake Drop, anchors of weight, more paper, acres of states Exquisite taste, cigars dipped, in that You're strong back, Dom raps, time to bomb back In fact, I'm giving hoes a back hand slap Ain't that, one of the ten commandments of rap My feet tap like Sammy, drop your donation Black and white b**hes, Puerto Ricans and Haitians With Playboy titties, in heavy rotation Getting that paper, is my motivation In the palm of my hand, I control the nation, baby [Chorus] [Hook 2X: U-God] Don't f** with my b**hes Or you'll leave in stitches, homey Silky silky silk, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Goldie [Chorus to fade]