Get Over It - Foundry

I see these bitches in Supperclub

Niggas got me throwing bottles up

Bottles with all of my homies

I’m feeling generous, throwing my money

She said she wanted the molly love

I gave her the dick but I’m not in love

I call out, «Bingo!»

the minute I’m boning

Soon as I’m done, kick her out in the morning

Got xans when I turn up, it’s a party, bust it open

Pop that pussy in a circle, go retarded, pop it for me

She got that booty galore, gripping it, backing me up

You wanna fuck with a thug

Now I see all these bitches got ass and they throwing

Damn, it’s just a matter of time 'fore I’m gone

Drinking Ciroc and I know that she got it for free

I hit up Diddy, he told me he did it

He said that the liquor just bring out the freaks

Them bitches lit, dropping that ass to a split

Talking 'bout me, I’m the shit

I just get down for the money, the bitches, and cars

And my niggas, they whipping the bricks

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?