Get Ya Shit Together Lyrics

Get Ya Shit Together lyrics



(Talking)

As you can see the O.G.'s from Grand Hustle

Done laid it down again (T.I.P. shawty)

A man, this for all my homegirls that like to see a baller do his thing

(Get Ya shit Together..come on)

All the 8's, 9's, and dimes..I like to welcome ya'll to the best time of ya
life..ya understand that

All the stones are real and its chrome on all the wheels..ya know

Anything less is uncivilized



[T.I]

Aye, I pull up to the club, lift both doors up

Hopped out clean and ya hoes choose us

Walked in the door make the show hold up

Cause my neck and my bracelet was so froze up

The kind of stones bitches wanna see close up

So we dont approach them, they comin' and approach us (yeah)

Roll the dro up then go post up

Look down cause that's where its gonna go, sho nuff

In the V.I.P. and all eyes on us

Hoes chill, poppin' pills, blowing dro no duff

Whatcha say you got a man, so what

I don'y know him, and baby he don't know her

I got a new phatom and my own chaffeur

Ya think ya finna be thinking bout him, no sir (haha)

Probably prefer to tell ya man goodnight

And she don't wanna know what the good life look like



(chorus: Lil Kim)

If you aint getting money goodnight

I know what a broke nigga look like

When you riding in your wheels, get ya shit together

Boy, then diamonds aint real, get ya shit together



(T.I)

Now we can ball seven days, six nights

If that head and that pussy get right

And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together

Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together





[T.I]

Hey, I'm off the scene with Louis the 13th

Chains swing to my jeans, and my T-shirt clean

In caee you been reasearching, I'm the King

With a style as mean as the earth seems

Chest on ice, and my wrist on gleam

30 karats in the ring, money ain't no thing

You think I'm playin', but I ain't joking

The dro king, if it ain't purple, I ain't smoking

Rubberband bank rolls, 50 thousand dollar cheddar knots

Try to shine, is you out your mind, boy you better not

I walk around with more money than you ever got

Shrewd attitude like I never had to sell a rock

Shawty I can get you in whatever spot

Backstage, front row, what I got to front for

I'm getting bored, don't even know what I stunt for

Got a lotta rides, what it hurts to cope one more



(chorus)





[T.I]

To all my hot girls, if you wanna come chill

Lets roll on chrome wheels, let me tell you what it is

We finna throw a little party at the crib

Where the floors tricked out and the rooms like iiillllll

The basements cool, but the pools unreal

Where that millionaire lives, shit remains concealled

So pop a pill, put on your blindfold

I'm hitting the dance floor, and grab eighty-nine more

Let'em know we on the way, where they been trying to go

I knew I had'em when they asked me "What kind of diamonds are
those"

Headed to the spot, pouring double shots of XO

Play the "Love Below", ane watch'em undress slow

Flicks on the flat screen, make'em want to "get low"

And spit shine this dick of mine until it gets swole

When they kick it with the king, they don't wanna let go

So whatcha gonna tell a nigga, when he tells ya "Let's Go"



(chorus)