You Can Get That Lyrics by No Question

You Can Get That Lyrics

    [bianca]
    Uh, first lady
    Uh huh, no question
    C'mon, c'mon

    We gon' have a little cristall poppin' here
    You can see me in the top, be clear, not the benz baby boy
    I'mma go wit the box this year
    We ain't gon' take it, we can stop it there
    California, pay rodeo a visit
    Cuz if it ain't hollywood, in a year you'll be kickin'
    Get it down, c's spent in the rolls with me
    M.f., no q, i was suppose to be

    [no question]
    If you want a five double o, you can get that
    If you want ice on your wrist, you can get that
    If you want a house and some land, you can get that lady
    Let's spend some money, we can do this baby

    If you want a mink coat, you can get that
    If you want some karats on your ring, you can get that
    If you want a house and some land, you can get that lady
    Let's spend some money, we can do this baby

    Anything mamma, go and get that dough
    Don't spend cash, won't call no more
    Cats wanna know you but they don't know
    You want the fast life and them high priced clothes
    Money ain't never been a thing to me
    If your woman ain't laced, then she's gonna leave
    You're lookin' for a baller then you just found me
    Let's hit rodeo for a shopping spree

    Repeat 1

    I'm looking for a partner who will die for me
    In the bedroom, she's a superfreak
    On the down low, take a fall for me
    Take a long stroke 'till my back gets weak
    Ma, i love the way that you play these cats
    Poppin' their guns like they built like that
    Talk about game and ain't got no rap
    Anything you want baby, you can get that

    Repeat 1

    [bianca]
    We need to talk, heard you wanna put some ice on my ear
    Baller, huh? hundred thou' twice in a year
    First chick's the name, you gotta make the white sick
    Drop six and i love the way the rock sit
    Stay long, i'mma show you how to top flip
    I ain't jokin', just floatin' where the chips at
    Focus on the crib, clothes, i'mma get that
    What it take to make the kitty cat purr
    The chrome wheels, lights in six blame fur
    Platinum piece in back of every four karats
    Stack at least cuz i got a heavy 'dro habit
    It's all about the chips, be all about the cash
    All about the wrist he ballin' in the jag
    Tipsey, crispy, all up in my glands
    Fifty, sixty, all about my man
    Fendi, gucci shot the boss's game

    Repeat 1

    It's all about the cash, it's all about the dough
    It's all about the stash, and make a little mo'
    It's all about the cash, it's all about the dough
    It's all about the stash, and make a little mo'

    Repeat 1 until fade

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