So Drove - Get Ya Shine On lyrics

[Intro: Kreayshawn] Go and get ya shine on Go, go and get ya shine on Go, go and get ya grind on Go, go and get ya shine on [Verse 1: CupcakKe] Feelin’ like a buck, what the f** you feelin’ like? (That money) Dead these hoes, that’s a f**in’ piece of pie Do it once and it’s right, I ain’t gotta do it twice Numbers keep rollin’ in like I’m out shootin’ dice f** who don’t like, I ain’t sh** like periods b**hes crampin’ my style like they up on their period They lazy with the sh**s, I’m never on bed rest Keep trackin’ my own money, I don’t need FedEx I keep it wavy like do-rags, b**h, I know that you mad Walk a day up in my shoes, bet you get a shoe bag All about a new rack, if you broke move back Teach ’em how to style, so Louis V. is my school bag I take a sh** in a tub and I bet these hoes [?] Callin’ me a hoe, little hoe, I’m not [?] b**h, I want a bonus, more money, I want it Work so hard for these coins, my feet got coins on it [Hook: Kreayshawn] It’s not me who’s actin’ funny Since I made a little money Go and get ya grind on Go and get ya shine on [Verse 2: Kreayshawn] Speedin’, another life I gotta live for I sold my soul six times, I’m tryna get six more This what we live for, this is our reality Throwin’ dollars in the pot, we brewin’ up our fantasies She said she never smoked and never popped a fizz But she turn her savage up if you question like a quiz This is what it is, we all reachin’ for the sky With money in our mind and blood in our eyes Gotta grind it up till the gears get broken Water in the garden, better get ya a** growin’ Get ya a** known and you can do it on your own and Get ya a** blown if you in or set my zone in Everything I’m ownin’, what the f** is showin’? You ain’t had sh**, now you callin’ on my phone and Beggin’ me to uber you up to the crib But I ain’t gonna do it ’cause you ain’t worth sh** [Hook: Kreayshawn] It’s not me who’s actin’ funny Since I made a little money Go and get ya grind on Go and get ya shine on [Verse 3: TT the Artist] Man, I wanna grind like 24/7 f**in’ up a check with 6, 7 digits Need a network like Oprah and Diddy Movin’ on up, got my bad b**hes with me Cake, me and Kreay we be f**in’ up the city Gettin’ paper cuts, paper chasin’ for a mili Shout out to the Bay, to the home of the wire Gettin’ that work, b**h I don’t get tired Stackin’ this paper, you aroused to that dollars Trip overseas just to broader my horizons Phone [?] No, I been hot but it’s all about the timin’ Drinkin’ my tequila with a little splash of lime and Jet lag, can’t even tell you what the time is Left hand can’t see what the right hand doin’ I don’t need to brag, let the money bands do it [Hook: Kreayshawn] It’s not me who’s actin’ funny Since I made a little money Go and get ya grind on Go and get ya shine on