Mac Dre - Get Yo' Grits lyrics

[Hook: Mac Dre] b**hes wanna get licks n***as wanna get blood We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes b**hes wanna get licks n***as wanna get blood We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes [Verse 1: Mac Dre] I play, laugh and smile but I know life ain't no joke You could be filthy rich one day and the next morning wake up broke I'm glad I learned my lesson, way back in '87 I was wide around the mouth, buying burritos at 7Eleven Boy I used to think it was all about j**elry, cars and fits 'Til an OG told me, "young n***a get yo' grits" Now I get grits in sums that are lump Heart like Roy Jones, mind like Donald Trump Cash, R-U-L-E-S everything around me, it's obvious So hustle I must D-O if he O He gonna pay a n***a like [?] 'cause he know You don't play with me or my skrill Boy I'm hella cool but don't make me k** Just soak up this pimping tip And listen to me when I say get yo' grits [Hook: Mac Dre] b**hes wanna get licks n***as wanna get blood We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes b**hes wanna get licks n***as wanna get blood We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes [Verse 2: Mac Dre] I steady feign for green and I'm clocking it fat 'Cause life has no meaning when your pockets is flat Boy, gotta have that cheese this game I'm scrambling Quick getting spitting, mittens handling Hamiltions U, G chasing, replace them H-O-E's who make no cheese No time to be wasting my conversation making G's Savage about it, not without it, let me hear you shout it My cabbage sprouted, jackers scouted, boy I don't doubt it n***as is hungry homie, lonely without their grits b**hes be phony homie for chips, ain't that a b**h But I don't break and I won't fake, gotta keep it real And they gon' hate, 'cause I'm gon' make a motherf**ing meal [Hook: Mac Dre] b**hes wanna get licks n***as wanna get blood We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes b**hes wanna get licks n***as wanna get blood We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes [Verse 3: Mac Dre] Money makes this world spin Not your man or girlfriend I keep mind on that dollar, turning down nothing but my collar Gotta take care of me and my seed Do what I want not what I need A n***a what something substantial made Don't want no damn financial aid Getting cut checks from the G-O-V You better H-U-S-T-L-E 'Cause day in, day out, big skrill's what it's all about Boy I love my bank roll Don't feel cool if it ain't swole Gotta get cabbage gotta get chips Gotta be a savage and get my grits Ready for funk n***a, who want drama? Collecting mail just like 2Pac's mama Crestsider, Romp rider, might of robbed your b**h Gotta get my cabbage biscuits gravy and grits [Hook: Mac Dre] b**hes wanna get licks n***as wanna get blood We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes b**hes wanna get licks n***as wanna get blood We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes [Outro: Mac Dre] Yeah, y'all ain't feeling a n***a though I'm hungrier then a motherf**er Gotta a dime of Mexican money I bet you after this sh** drop I'm gonna be real fat boy You know what I'm saying? I'm hungry as a short mouth wolf right not I'm gonna eat To that big head motherf**er on that hundred dollar bill I'm coming after you baby Yeah, you better keep running Nah there ain't no running I'm gonna catch your a** I'm gonna have a million of you motherf**ers Right there sitting up on the window In Wells Fargo bank, real large baby It don't stop, young [?] up in this b**h, fresh out Boy full of thatTop Ramen, [?] running through his veins Yeah he hungry too, and you know he gonna get it You know he gonna get it [Hook: Mac Dre] b**hes wanna get licks n***as wanna get blood We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes b**hes wanna get licks n***as wanna get blood We all wanna get rich and have phat cars and clothes