Lets Get That Remix - Chamillionaire, Marcus Manchild, Doughbeezy

Uuuhh!

I think it’s only right till we hit 'em with some H-Town ammunition

Chamillionaire, Doughbeezy, Marcus Manchild!

They say we ain’t got it like that, so you know what?

Let’s get it!

Just give me two homes in different locations

Just make one and live the most spacious

And two rollies dipped in gold faces

And two girls that’s known to switch places!

Ready?

Let’s get that!

Let’s get that, let’s go!

Lemme know if you with that

You with that?

Let’s go!

Just give me two yellow bones with cute faces

Gotta be backin' up or be basic!

TV screens is looking like Matrix

Cars so fast, the police can’t chase it!

Ready?

Let’s get that!

Let’s get that, let’s go!

Lemme know if you with that!

You with that?

Let’s go, we can get it now!

Let’s go!

Got tired of waitin', got tired of hopin'

I’m a chain, so icey, you can ride the sloap an'

I’ll extend the swing if they ridin' pokin'

And the pencil wet, I’m feelin' like I’m floatin'

You can mention 'em, but they are not as dope

If somebody lie then, somebody jokin'

And they tellin' y’all that they got it locked

We tell 'em then that we 'bout to come and pry it open

And then they all can have it, none of y’all can have it

She takin' off her shirt, want me to autograph it

So I autograph it, let me autograph it

Your woman disappearin' you can call it magic

See, it’s automatic cause it’s all established

I’m the Texas rapper that you know is far from average

I’m the rapper that these other rappers call the baddest

Been the baddest since the day I went and bought a tablet

Get a chick then another chick come in the mail

Your woman beggin' me to come and rub on her tail

I never cared about a cover of the XXL

Then every record, I’mma get a bigger tuck in my-sales

I’m the boss your boss should get pissed at

I’mma take it all my weapon go click clack

See, I want it all and that should be gift wrapped

Enough with the talking, Texas let’s get that

Let’s G-O get it?

My grind got me blind, I don’t see no niggas!

It’s the colored chandeliers or it’s the South-East beast

So we leave 'em boys pissed like a P.O.

visit

Your money like a midget, mine tall like a giant

I used to get mad cause I couldn’t get fly

Now when I say I fly, I really mean that I’m fly

Couldn’t pay my light bill, now show’s outta line

Yeah, if you with it I’m with it

I’m down to go get it this minute, right now

I don’t care who did it or done it, I need it

I want it, fuck next, I’m the nigga right now

I’m comin' up quick, got 'em lookin' like «How?»

But I’m lookin' right back like «Nigga, fuck you»

I dropped my mixtape and the next day

Did a song with a nigga that I look up to

Scream droppin' like pantyhose

Give the niggas toothpaste from the candy dolls

Even in 2020 my rims still gonna be from 1984

Yeah, that’s the Texas tank and I’m the Texas Chain Saw

I murder beast, no paces

Fuck being local, I want the whole nation

So when I sign my deal, I’mma tell the label

Okay, we can get it now

Hop on a record then I’m flippin' out

I want every bitch to approach me with their motherfuckin' titties out

Because a nigga wanna feel 'em out, that’s how I’m feelin' now

I wanna know what you kids about, but never take 'em to the biggest house

I pull up at the garage in the car, the top back gettin' down, vroom vroom

And I’m peeling out like «What-you-know-about-it?»

What?

I’m sippin' purple

Wanna get rich off of the work flow

And I speed it up like Turbo, got up in the game, fell in love with some Virgos

Two friends beside you, you know I’m finna hit 'em

Pull 'em to the side, yeah, you know I’m finna get 'em

Cause I’m all about my spinnin', mucher, than my mozzarella

Martadein, yeah, they wanna be the part of that

Walked in 'bout to me because I’m Space God

With a pocket full of bank cards, like I play cards but I ain’t play y’all

And they tell me a nigga finna take off to the labels that I’m with that

With the car I like I fit that —

Cut the check, motherfucka let’s get that!

(bwooy!)

You know these clowns won’t be able to keep H-Town down

Somebody better let 'em know.

die slow