Get Off Your Feet ft. Pappy Cashflo Lyrics

Ooh, got me hysterical

Cash

Cash, cash, cash

Cash

Cash, cash, cash

Go get you some money

Nigga, get off your feet

We know your talk is cheap

Practice what you preach

I don't sell no defeat

I'm cashing out no lease

They say they love you

And break your heart into pieces

I'ma get this cash

Seven days of the week

Walk on the pavement

Step on these niggas underneath

Boy, you broke down bad

Under the sheets

Hustle hard for that cash

Cash reaching my peak

Go get you some money

Nigga, get off your feet

We know your talk is cheap

Practice what you preach

I don't sell no defeat

I'm cashing out no lease

They say they love you

And break your heart into pieces

I'ma get this cash

Seven days of the week

Walk on the pavement

Step on these niggas underneath

Boy, you broke down bad

Under the sheets

Hustle hard for that cash

Cash reaching my peak

Hustle hard for that cash, cash

I'm in your skin like a bad rash

You chasing that hoe

Boy, you down bad

Got blood boiling in the trash bag

Shit, get out of here

Can't trust your oppa

Can't trust your coast king

Like a rivalry

But have emotion

We know you broke at the day's end

We go to war

With them K's in

Dior gloves and the Ray-Bans

Swim underwater

I see a shark fins

I ain't got time

For the argument

I ain't got time

For the bargaining

Run my cash on the regular

Can't put your car

Log in my cellular

No more ruin my schedule

Cash

Look at my wrist

Tell the glass

Look at my bitch

Look how she stuck in the past

Look at my nigga

They smash the gas

You better quit playing

That Glock in my hand

On principle standing

nigga

7.62, go to flying

We running it transit

nigga

Big bullets go to blasting

Nah, it wasn't planned

My nigga

You better quit playing

My nigga

Fuck is you saying

My nigga

Go get you some money

Nigga, get off your feet

We know your talk is cheap

Practice what you preach

I don't sell no defeat

I'm cashing out no lease

They say they love you

And break your heart

In a piece

I'ma get this cash

Seven days of the week

Walk on the pavement

Spend my money

Underneath

Boy, you broke down bad

Under the sheets

Hustle hard for that cash

Cash reaching my peak

Went to Atlanta

Got me a Georgia peach

I get it in

100 bags in the briefcase

Neat

Now let's just be brief

And let's just be honest

No future

Liberty

I told her

Bitch, the feeling not mutual

Bitch, the feeling not mutual

Fumbled the bag, I shoot at you

I ain't into all that tough talk

And that talk about what I'ma do to ya said it's smoke well let's smoke dog up dis shit with that ruger you see dat red dot that's a head shot yeah that's what I do ya