Get Along Lyrics By Lil Baby
Ayy, with the wolves and the snakes, I’m safe
Niggas asked for the fame, can’t relate
Gettin’ high in the Lamb’ like a date
She my twin, but we can’t get along
Drinkin’ dope like we still in the ’80s
Mud fake, probably havin’ withdrawals
Got paper and ho get a—
Ayy, ayy
Got paper and ho get along
Got paper and ho get along
Got paper and ho get along
I make a bad bitch hit notes
Me and twin get the highest, for sure
We pour codeine in high doses
I don’t get how a broke nigga joke
These lil’ niggas **** (Phew)
No way a nigga really want smoke
I fly a bitch in and won’t poke her, I just want her to see me the most (What? What?)
Rich young niggas, ya know? (Okay)
If it’s up with me, don’t post it (Phew)
Need to be worried ’bout bills, not worried ’bout what the fuck I’m postin’
Same young niggas I post with (Mm)
Post up, H-Town, loaded (Whew)
Pretty young bitch, come hold it (Phew)
Big boy, faces, toted (What? Phew)
Movin’ around, boat-less (Phew)
Slime, I’m the coldest
Slide it to bro, how I owe him? (Slatt)
Get niggas spent like a token (Uh-huh)
Ayy, I be slimin’, but I’m steady focused
She standin’ on what she say, whenever I see her, I got somethin’ for her (What?)
I really be livin’, I’m livin in space
I’m big in the Bentley and ‘Rari, I’m solar
Mind your feelings, but you in the way
We could explore, don’t forget your play
I still be laughin’ ’cause niggas be backwards
I got on my cleats and I didn’t even play
Talk about the world when I’m banned in SoHo
Recommend ten milligrams in a day
Twin like Blake, put a nigga on a poster
And I’m gon’ autograph with my name
She said I’m perfect but I’m two-faced
She said I’m perfect but I’m two—
Ayy, ayy
Got paper and ho get along
Got paper and ho get along
Got paper and ho get along (What?)
Ayy, ayy
Got paper and ho get along (The label in here, I can’t be fucked with)
Got paper and ho get along (Yeah, like, nigga)
Got paper and ho get along
Yeah, I put the swag and all of that shit that they said, you know that they got it from me (You know that they got it from me)
I let the ho take one of my Chrome Hearts sweaters, her body too little for me
We was just jiggin’ with lean, I write up the script, man, the bro used to call me Spike Lee (What the fuck?)
I was just hittin’ that bitch and I pass her to Tune and I ball hog, your feelings ain’t deep
You know sent you the AR deeds
You reach for a chain, you gon’ lay where I preach
He got them pints, .38, yeah, we need it (Ugh)
Say he gettin’ money, where it at? I ain’t see it
I’m in that cell, three-hundred and sixty-five days
Man, I feel like the Tower of Pisa (Oh, yeah)
I’m never solo, as long as that blick on my side and I squeeze it, it’s feelin’ like teamwork
Pullin’ her weave, then buy her a bundle
Yeah, she a thot, I say I had to dub her
I’m sippin’ Wock’, I know that you jealous
I’m fuckin’ first night, or holdin’ a grudge
Bae, you ain’t ever just seen you a group of young niggas with millions comin’ like us
You ain’t ever seen this Patek, it’s rosey
Brown in the face like niggas in a [?] (Nigga)
Yeah, Cullinan flown like a boat on land
I don’t fuck with niggas, we the Kan’t Be Klan
Remember payin’ twenty-five cent for a Xan’ (Xan’)
Sell ’em for a dollar, Chrome Heart joggers
I done left five M cash, we the robbers (Robbers)
I ain’t seen a problem that money can’t solve (Solve)
Beefin’ ’bout a bitch, they done killed my dog (Dog)
And I gotta tell your mama that it ain’t my fault (Fault)
Findin’ all the buttons, we preparin’ for a war (War)
Brodie comin’ home, I’m just waitin’ on a call (Call)
Nigga ran off, but he ain’t get far (Far)
Started from the bottom, now I’m high as the stars (As the stars), yeah
