เพลง Get It

Get It - Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)/Missy Elliott (蜜西·艾莉特)/Kelly Rowland (凯莉.罗兰)

Lyrics by：Trevor Smith

Composed by：Trevor Smith

Get it get it get it get it

Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' yeah

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Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' oh yeah

Get it get it get it get it

Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' sick

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Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' let's go

Dressed ready to impress fresh up in my louis suit

Step up in the cub b***hes line up ready to salute

Let me squeeze your juicy fruit mamis call me huey newton

Dapper like a cracker that's an act to gettin' movie loot

Get on your mark and get set ready go

Funny but these n***as already know

That we're knocking on microphones

Just hadn't already s**tted on n***as miraculous flow

Got n***as tryna reappear while the damage is low

That's an emphatical no

Slap him up clap him up bundle these n***as like packages

Wrap 'em in bandages slow

See a lot of b***hes in they humvee 4

Coward n***as comin' in and we be flingin' the door

Pause for a minute then I peel a little slow

Black then I throw the west up at every h*e

Why y'all other n***as money slow

Peep game 'cause my money come retarded though

This s**t here be the anthem for all of my b***hes

And every one of my gangsters yo gangsters yo

Get it get it get it get it

Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' yeah

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Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' oh yeah

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Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' sick

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Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' aw let's go let's go

Pop to the pop drop like a drop top

Everybody lookin' when I step up in the spot

See the way I rock I'm hot you not

Everybody wanna clock man get off my jock

Everybody know misdemeanor don't stop

And my records don't flop got the game on lock

Not tick tock six carats in my watch

Now kiss my a*s haters keep watch

Get it get it money money I get it get it

Hundred grand in the club I'll spend it spend it

You lose you lose and I'm winnin'

Y'all lame doing nothing know I been did it

Don't come at all or ya better come with it

Money in my bank be seven digits

See me buy bottles with no cash limit

Flow be tighter than skinny jeans fitted

There is no competition I are the one no competition

Lick a gyal no competition

When mi come through tell the fool better run

Wanna battle me well you a dum-dum

Not kelly but I give her motivation

My style you not takin' I'm missy e money makin'

Get it get it get it get it

Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' good

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Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' so good

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Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' sick

Get it get it get it get it

Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' here we go

Y'all n***as already know what it is

Y'all n***as already know what I do

Every time we step up in the spot

Homie I'ma take yo shine from you

Homie you ain't got the slightest clue

Diamonds'll shine with the brightest blue

N***as had to throw that money how we throw it

Funny but they money on a diet too

I ain't even knew him why they try it boo

'Cause I throw brass if a n***a tired

Broke n***a leave until they gone gone gone

Homie get a little inspired too

Preach s**t 'til another amp is smokin'

Spend til' I'm lookin' like a martian floatin'

That motherf**ker's lookin' at me all weird

Funny n***a you ain't seen that god has spoken

It's like they turned the lights on see

The way we shine b***h

You spend 'til your bread gone

We spend like it's a crime b***h

Homie now throw that bread like you don't give a f**k

Shawty go 'head bend over pick that money up

Get it get it get it get it

Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' yeah

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Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' oh yeah

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Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' sick

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Flip it tip it dip it pimpin' pimpin' pimpin' pimpin' pimpin'