You Can Get That(feat Bianca Lyrics

You Can Get That(feat Bianca 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]