Imma Get It - Snow Tha Product

That what you sound like to me, you know what I mean

You’re calling me and it’s not about money

Or something involving some benefit

I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying

Still me, pockets Rick Ross

I used to make money off the 8, like the Gosselins

Now I’m getting my cake like a boss

Making hella moves, ProTunes get me guap, bitch

I play the field, make a mill, and got options

Not a go-get'er, boy I already got this

Snow Tha Product, money is the topic

I get in anywhere I see I fit

Find me with my dubs up like

Riding in a Benz, windows tinted, no stock shit

Bad girl in the principal’s office

Strawberry Shortcake backpack in college

Got mixtapes and my headphone’s knocking

And I keep my iPhone on silent

Hustling these tapes like rocks

I ain’t picking up if the money ain’t calling

Baby, I’m busy getting mine

I ain’t picking up the phone if you is wasting my time

Told-told you-you, getting my cheese

I told-told you-you Imma get it-get it-get it-get it

Ain’t picking up for the blah blah

And the drama ain’t getting in my car

I be on the grind and everything’s a drop off

Take this, take that, yeah I got the block hot

Everything original, nothing is a knock off

What the hell you need, from clothes to a chop shop

I can get it off, from nowhere to pop off

And Ii know a couple white girls if you want box

Look, I’m a hustler so I know I call shots

And I be casting premium tapes copped hot

I won’t ever stop even for the blockhouse

Really no brakes, 22 and I’ve gone far

So you can call me and leave me a message

Snow’s off chronic baby no stressing

I’m guess you ain’t 'bout gold, you’re depressing

Fuck around and get kicked the hell out like —

Baby, I’m busy getting mine

I ain’t picking up the phone if you is wasting my time

Told-told you-you, getting my cheese

I told-told you-you Imma get it-get it-get it-get it