Git It Songtext / Lyric

Yeah, yeah, uh Collipark in the house

Come on slick, we got Bun B (Bun B) yeah, Ying Yang Twins

Check it out, Collipark drop them beats that'll rock your world (that's right)

Got Bun B and Ying Yang in this thang so...

{*sampled and scratched*} "Get it girl"

Get it girl. get it girl

Get it, get it, get it (girl), get it, get it, get it, get it (girl)

Get it, get it, get it (girl), get it, get it, show them hoes what you

Baby gotta eat, you betta get right

Magic City Monday, that's the crunk night

That Patron, yeah that nigga gut shiverin

Sight for sore eyes, these hoes be deliverin

Pussy poppin and shakin, bringin home the bacon

These hoes is for the takin, them clothes they mean to me

The hell you waitin on? Yo' ass betta get it

These thugs in the club, you betta come on with it

Drop it, pop it, shake it, chrome lit pole

Bitch gotta nigga dick sittin on swole

Losin control off the liquor

(damn I like the way she put that thang on a nigga!)

She playin with my mind, see the bitch is fine

I can't make her mine, but I could talk her down

You don't hardly dance, this yo' chance

Nigga leave the club with his print showin in his pants

Damn, look at that face, look at those eyes

Look at them hips, look at them thighs

Got that Apple Bottom, Baby Phat top

Baby girl you a bad mother (boy stop!)

Girl I ain't trippin, and I ain't hatin

But I been watchin, and I been waitin

Like the way that you shake that thang

Lookin like you finna break that thang

You need to lemme take that thang with me back to the pad

Cause when I put in on ya, I betcha won't be mad

You know I go hard, then I go deep

And it's all night long, we don't need no sleep

I have you doin things that your last man couldn't

Lick the lollipop while I play with the pudding

Yeah you said you wouldn't, I knew you would

Don't be scared, it's all good, go on get it!

Drop it down low ho, shake that shit

Get fucked for a little, get loose with it bitch

Stay dumb, if you really want some

Get your ass on the flo' and get crunk

Monte Compton go? Too expensive, get your ass on the floor

Carly poppin that pussy and gettin it low

I gotta 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 dollar bill

So yo' ass can get crunk, show me all yo' skills

Keep it real, even though I know you a lady

Keep it still in the booty, all naked, shake it

Hold back freak, no, show me what you got then

Then shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

Shake it, shake it, shake it for a hot tip

Clit get fucked, lemme see ya head split

Bounce your ass up and down like you ridin' on a dick

I came to the club to put some money in your rump

So get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it girl