Album: Loose Ends
Track: Gotta Get It
Artist(s): Confession
Release: 2009
Pen Bleed Publishing (ASCAP)


[phone message]

Verse1:
I gotta get it; you see the look on my face you know that the dollar did it
I am a fool; baby, that’s how I spit it
Sick and tired of a lotta niggas
But if friendship gets me ends quick then you know that I’m ridin wit em
No cheese, how could you not be starving
I’m a hustla by nature; cant knock me off it
Say I talk a good game, now watch me walk it
Even stones get jealous of the rocks we flossin
Five bucks to ten, ten to twenty
Its sad, but the only friend I have is money
It’s a 24/7 bad habit for me
To get my doe so them hoes just have to love me
I got green, but, dogg, don’t believe the rumors
Set for twenty more years, but I’mma leave you sooner
Cuz a hustla only dies once
Fuck your 5 mics, nigga, gimme 5 blunts; fa real

Hook
I gotta get it (I gotta get it) I gotta get it (x2)
I gotta get it cuz I need it
And if I got it I can get it from anybody that’s on the block

Verse2:
Bitch, I’m a hustla; born and sworn to kick dust up
The microphone clutcher; make your dome rupture
Step to the plus and trust you’ll get fucked up
Step to the plus and trust you’ll get fucked up
I gotta get it cuz I need it
And if I got it I can get it from anybody that’s on the block
Its time to open up shop and whatnot
Tighten the loose ends and smoothen the rough spots
If it aint dealin with dollas its just nonsense
Constant creep; only sleep when I’m unconscious
Dog, cuz we don’t play - that’s a thugs promise
Hot as me, no way - laugh at dumb comments
I spit fire till I fry your ass
You couldn’t see me even with a magnifying glass
Its easier than tic tac toe
All my ballers worldwide gotta get that doe

Hook

Verse3:
I gotta get it, so fuck what you said fool
Cuz I’m more fly than if I drank a redbull
It boggles the mind how I ever manage to hold
Cuz my wallets lookin quite like Miss Anna Nicole
No stress, more fresh than a can of cologne
Even kings stand down tryna hand me the throne
Seemin even dreamin they be chasin after my doe
The penalty for plottin on me’s unimaginable
It’s a fact your ass so hot like tobasco
Love em and leave em; them bad hoes come back though
Trippin tryna gimme the kitten; missin me with it
Cuz the minute we finished you’re tryna get at my cash flow
I say jump and these broads’ll backflip
That nigga you aint got the balls to scrap with
Picked out your big mouth for target practice
One man army taking on all you halfwits

Hook