Get Buck Lyrics

Yeah!

Get em buck

Okay, I'm reloaded
My bank rolls swollen, a nigga keeps folding
I got em like hey, got em rollin
The kush on the way and the champagne's frozen
Watch me do my thing, I got these hoes open
I'm ridin presidential like the shit that I'm smokin

Got it with the work, patron on my shirt
And this shipping shit, I need a quarter pill purp
Don't break it down, pass it all around
I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
Them dope boys in this bitch like "Let me buy that"
Broke niggas in this bitch like "Let me try that"
I need to beat in a bitch, let me call the po up
Mr. Tennekkee, I still get a front of load up
Shorty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go
You can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show

(Chorus)
Haters tryna ban a nigga man, it's okay
I bounce back watch me do my thing, it's okay
I got my Chevy hoggin up the lane, it's okay
I'm a boss I can make it rain, it's okay

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thing) (9x)

Let's play the game I'm the quarterback, don't stop homie
I go to jail if I get sacked, so watch for me
8 Ball in my corner pocket, it's on and poppin
Got the whole club leanin wit it, and body rockin
Drunk drivin in my cut though, I got my trunk pumped
72 Tennessee titan, like what up yo
I'm on point, holla at your homeboy
Better come quick, once I get it then it's gone boy
First come first serve, fuck what you heard
I'm peacin out my back til I come out on the curb
Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin on these hoes
They know me at the bank, love me at the jewlery stores
I play it how it goes, the butterfly doors
On them oldschool folks, with the chrome on the spokes
These fuck niggas know, that I will let it go
I bet he got a vest, no but I got my Tech though

Chorus

Get buck bitch (8 x)