Get Yo' Grits - Mac Dre

Bitches wanna get licks

Niggas wanna get blood

We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes

Bitches wanna get licks

Niggas wanna get blood

We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes

I play, laugh and smile but I know life ain’t no joke

You could be filthy rich one day and the next morning wake up broke

I’m glad I learned my lesson, way back in '87

I was wide around the mouth, buying burritos at 7Eleven

Boy I used to think it was all about jewelry, cars and fits

'Til an OG told me, «young nigga get yo' grits»

Now I get grits in sums that are lump

Heart like Roy Jones, mind like Donald Trump

Cash, R-U-L-E-S everything around me, it’s obvious

So hustle I must D-O if he O

He gonna pay a nigga like Reno 'cause he know

You don’t play with me or my skrill

Boy I’m hella cool but don’t make me kill

Just soak up this pimping tip

And listen to me when I say get yo' grits

Bitches wanna get licks

Niggas wanna get blood

We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes

Bitches wanna get licks

Niggas wanna get blood

We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes

I steady fiend for green and I’m clocking it fat

'Cause life has no meaning when your pockets is flat

Boy, gotta have that cheese, on this game I’m scrambling

Quick getting spitting, mittens handling Hamiltions

U, G chasing, replace them H-O-E's who make no cheese

No time to be wasting my conversation making G’s

Savage about it, not without it, let me hear you shout it

My cabbage sprouted, jackers scouted, boy I don’t doubt it

Niggas is hungry homie, lonely without their grits

Bitches be phony homie for chips, ain’t that a bitch

But I don’t break and I won’t fake, gotta keep it real

And they gon' hate, 'cause I’m gon' make a motherfucking meal

Bitches wanna get licks

Niggas wanna get blood

We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes

Bitches wanna get licks

Niggas wanna get blood

We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes

Money makes this world spin

Not your man or girlfriend

I keep my mind on that dollar, turning down nothing but my collar

Gotta take care of me and my seed

Buy what I want not what I need

A nigga want something substantial made

Don’t want no damn financial aid

Getting them checks from the G-O-V

You better H-U-S-T-L-E

'Cause day in, day out, big skrill’s what it’s all about

Boy I love my bank roll

Don’t feel cool if it ain’t swole

Gotta get cabbage gotta get chips

Gotta be a savage and get my grits

Ready for funk nigga, who want drama?

Collecting mail just like 2Pac's mama

Crestsider, Romp rider, might of robbed your bitch

Gotta get my cabbage biscuits gravy and grits

Bitches wanna get licks

Niggas wanna get blood

We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes

Bitches wanna get licks

Niggas wanna get blood

We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes

Yeah, y’all ain’t feeling a nigga though

I’m hungrier then a motherfucker

Gotta a dime of Mexican money

I bet you after this shit drop I’m gonna be real fat boy

You know what I’m saying?

I’m hungry as a short mouth wolf right not

I’m gonna eat

To that big head motherfucker on that hundred dollar bill

I’m coming after you baby

Yeah, you better keep running

Nah there ain’t no running I’m gonna catch your ass

I’m gonna have a million of you motherfuckers

Right there sitting up on the window

In Wells Fargo bank, real large baby

It don’t stop, young up in this bitch, fresh out

Boy full of thatTop Ramen, running through his veins

Yeah he hungry too, and you know he gonna get it

You know he gonna get it

Bitches wanna get licks

Niggas wanna get blood

We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes

Bitches wanna get licks

Niggas wanna get blood

We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes