Released: May 2, 2011
Featuring: Wiz Khalifa
Songwriter: Wiz Khalifa Ty Dolla $ign
Producer: D.R.U.G.S
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got my top down chilly
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa whoa whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
And I don't play
Rolling Kush, pop bottles of that Rosay
From Atlanta, fresh pare of Chuck Tay
And care less what the rest of the world say
I'm gon ball till I fall out
And I don't hold back shit, I go all out
Big money, fast living, what your boy about
Brawdcast, so I'm spending till I'm all out
And you know I go get it
Charm on the J match the Pitzberg fitted
Eyes real low, I keep the smoke litted
Lean to the side, so Pitzberg with it
Nobody done it like this young nigga
From where I'm from, live like I'm living
Out of state trips, I'm off the coast chilling
Champagne spilling, you can just say I'm getting it
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got my top down chilly
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa whoa whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Picture me fronting, got 'em mad, cause that weed blunting
It's where them niggas up in VIP stunting
Came here alone, but I'm leaving with something
Hop in my truck, and I show you what I live like
Fast money, finer things, yeah the good life
Look at me, see what a real nigga look like
And all them hoes go live if you look right
On some shit that you ain't on
Gucci everything, you still got them apes on
I don't make songs, I make anthoms
You getting your's, feel free to put your hands up
Tarris on the track, and we bringing them bottles out
You getting money, you know what I'm talkin bout
Champagne spilling, you can just say I'm getting it
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got my top down chilly
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa whoa whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
When I wake up in the morning, I go get it
Me and all the homies, we go get it
This is for the niggas and the bitches that's all about they riches
[?] with it
When I wake up in the morning, I go get it
Me and all the homies, we go get it
This is for the niggas and the bitches that's all about they riches
[?] with it
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got my top down chilly
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa whoa whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
[Outro: Taris Martin]
This has a [?] vibe
Ty Dolla $ign
[?] Wiz Khalifa
And me, myself, I'm Taris Martin
You dig?
So Ty, sing it one time for 'em, man
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got my top down chilly
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa whoa whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
I got my top down chilly
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa whoa whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
And I don't play
Rolling Kush, pop bottles of that Rosay
From Atlanta, fresh pare of Chuck Tay
And care less what the rest of the world say
I'm gon ball till I fall out
And I don't hold back shit, I go all out
Big money, fast living, what your boy about
Brawdcast, so I'm spending till I'm all out
And you know I go get it
Charm on the J match the Pitzberg fitted
Eyes real low, I keep the smoke litted
Lean to the side, so Pitzberg with it
Nobody done it like this young nigga
From where I'm from, live like I'm living
Out of state trips, I'm off the coast chilling
Champagne spilling, you can just say I'm getting it
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got my top down chilly
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa whoa whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Picture me fronting, got 'em mad, cause that weed blunting
It's where them niggas up in VIP stunting
Came here alone, but I'm leaving with something
Hop in my truck, and I show you what I live like
Fast money, finer things, yeah the good life
Look at me, see what a real nigga look like
And all them hoes go live if you look right
On some shit that you ain't on
Gucci everything, you still got them apes on
I don't make songs, I make anthoms
You getting your's, feel free to put your hands up
Tarris on the track, and we bringing them bottles out
You getting money, you know what I'm talkin bout
Champagne spilling, you can just say I'm getting it
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got my top down chilly
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa whoa whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
When I wake up in the morning, I go get it
Me and all the homies, we go get it
This is for the niggas and the bitches that's all about they riches
[?] with it
When I wake up in the morning, I go get it
Me and all the homies, we go get it
This is for the niggas and the bitches that's all about they riches
[?] with it
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got my top down chilly
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa whoa whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
[Outro: Taris Martin]
This has a [?] vibe
Ty Dolla $ign
[?] Wiz Khalifa
And me, myself, I'm Taris Martin
You dig?
So Ty, sing it one time for 'em, man
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got my top down chilly
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it
Whoa whoa whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it