You Can Get That Lyrics - No Question (ruffnation) - No Question

[bianca] 

Uh, first lady 

Uh huh, no question 

C'mon, c'mon 

We gon' have a little cristall poppin' here 

You can see me in the top, be clear, not the benz baby boy 

I'mma go wit the box this year 

We ain't gon' take it, we can stop it there 

California, pay rodeo a visit 

'cause if it ain't hollywood, in a year you'll be kickin' 

Get it down, c's spent in the rolls with me 

M.f., no q, I was suppose to be 

[no question] 

If you want a five double o, you can get that 

If you want ice on your wrist, you can get that 

If you want a house and some land, you can get that lady 

Let's spend some money, we can do this baby 

If you want a mink coat, you can get that 

If you want some karats on your ring, you can get that 

If you want a house and some land, you can get that lady 

Let's spend some money, we can do this baby 

Anything mamma, go and get that dough 

Don't spend cash, won't call no more 

Cats wanna know you but they don't know 

You want the fast life and them high priced clothes 

Money ain't never been a thing to me 

If your woman ain't laced, then she's gonna leave 

You're lookin' for a baller then you just found me 

Let's hit rodeo for a shopping spree 

Repeat 1 

I'm looking for a partner who will die for me 

In the bedroom, she's a superfreak 

On the down low, take a fall for me 

Take a long stroke 'till my back gets weak 

Ma, I love the way that you play these cats 

Poppin' their guns like they built like that 

Talk about game and ain't got no rap 

Anything you want baby, you can get that 

Repeat 1 

[bianca] 

We need to talk, heard you wanna put some ice on my ear 

Baller, huh? hundred thou' twice in a year 

First chick's the name, you gotta make the white sick 

Drop six and I love the way the rock sit 

Stay long, i'mma show you how to top flip 

I ain't jokin', just floatin' where the chips at 

Focus on the crib, clothes, i'mma get that 

What it take to make the kitty cat purr 

The chrome wheels, lights in six blame fur 

Platinum piece in back of every four karats 

Stack at least 'cause I got a heavy 'dro habit 

It's all about the chips, be all about the cash 

All about the wrist he ballin' in the jag 

Tipsey, crispy, all up in my glands 

Fifty, sixty, all about my man 

Fendi, gucci shot the boss's game 

Repeat 1 

It's all about the cash, it's all about the dough 

It's all about the stash, and make a little mo' 

It's all about the cash, it's all about the dough 

It's all about the stash, and make a little mo' 

Repeat 1 until fade