Yall Dont Get It ft. TrulySovy & LilYoungin Lyrics

Donovan, you made this

Look, all up on my head, still can't think straight

Money on my body, head to toe, just like Kim K

Niggas just don't get it

Man, y'all gotta switch yall mindsets

Y'all steady worried about the wrong, can't get that time back

Man, I'm really nice, I say the same and get the rhyme back

Shorty said she wish she would've spoke, can we rewind back

No, Girl, are you stupid

Be messin' niggas' heads up, I be movin' like a Rubik

Yeah, I'm that type of nigga that will bring you to the movies

She trickin' niggas all across the country like she tubi

Watch y'all say no, it don't move me

Man, y'all know what I be sippin' on

This mango AZ, really got me out here makin' songs

I don't got no shorty, so you know I'm always in my zone, I'm all in

Niggas know I'm raw on the microphone

Punch me in, where you runnin' from

I can't believe a nigga ask me where my money from

These niggas start to watch your pocket like it's money luck

Look where you from and girl, you tight about a hundred bucks

Girl, go get your money up

Damn, go get your money up

I told that bitch, go get your money, not your funny up

Now we need some dirty work

His payout short for like a hundred bucks

I got this white boy, he come back for perks, he look like Andrew Luck

It's money I don't give a fuck

If you had licks callin' your phone, you wouldn't give it up, shit I hope

But my bitch a lil' baddie, she got LV off of the toe

Your shorty lookin' at my story, told your ass to take some notes

But she ain't lyin', you a goofy if you don't

He couldn't confirm from me, bout the shit that I'm sayin', I know he won't

So when he done actin' tough, he just gon' hide it in the smoke

I understand that you gon' keep it under wraps, that you was broke

But that's the shit niggas don't know

You said it's somethin', I'ma stick with it for sure

Took his talents to they side, I bet they whole team gettin' murked

Momma say invest in business, I might put him on the shirt

Try to play me like I'm done, baby, this ain't how it work

In the hood, I earn my stripes like I'm Tony Brothers

Let me tell you about my crew, let's get to know each other

All my niggas know it's spin, we put a opp right in the blender

Yeah, I rap, but out the stu, I'm the junkies' favorite vendor

I'ma ride until the end, for my brothers, right or wrong

Hope the feds ain't in my business, I be talkin' on these songs

I hit Mally bout a lick and brodie told me put him on

I said, bro, we gon' get rich, we can't keep talkin' over phones

I do got this burner, though

I got two phones, two glocks, two knocks, I got two hoes

Doors locked, won't stop, beamer two-door

Feel like Moses with a stick, blew a rack and make it flip

You would think my bro a plumber, how he always with the shits

Mike and Scottie with the ring, Shaq and Kobe on the strip

I got 30 in this clip, I'm shootin' like Curry

Walk around with all this ice, I'm drippin', McFlurry

My bro the type to walk a nigga, tuck your chains, we comin' through

All these niggas make me sick, it's like I'm ballin' with the flu

I ain't even got no stylist, but I still rock the truth

Instead of slidin' for they mans, they tryna diss me in the stu

Bitch, gang, nigga, y'all know what the fuck goin' on in this motherfucka