[Intro]
Yeah
Got you on this dude
Ha ha
Federation Records
JR
We did it again
Whoo!
[Chorus]
That's right, just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor
Mixed with a little bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip
Grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit
I got them moves that'll make you lose control
[Verse One]
Step up in the club, so fresh and clean
Not that outcast that they label me
I run with a team that rolls so deep
We in and out the club every day of the week
Can I make them hits when the beat drop?
That's when you hear me say "Hold up, stop!"
Let me take you back to 5 o'clock
When I drove a Lamborghini off the block
But not before I made them chop the top
And throw some 20 shoes on that stop
Hit Mastro's for a bite to eat
No tuxedo 'cause they recognize me
A lifestyle of rich living and fast cars
Don't hate 'cause I'm a superstar
And I married a superstar
Never come between us
No matter who you are
Come on
[Chorus]
That's right, just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor
Mixed with a little bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip
Grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit
I got them moves that'll make you lose control
[Verse Two]
Closet full of...kicks
Garage full of...whips
Vegas crap table got the pit boss pissed
They ain't never seen a kid win like this
So rich that I tattooed the dice on my wrist
And my girl too, it's no coincidence
That the SRT got all black tints
Never been to Denver, but I rock them nuggets
One earring cost more than your budget
And I ain't here to brag
I'm just here to pop tags
My Ferrari cost more than your little S-Class
Look man, I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket
It don't matter what you blow
Boy, you can't match it
40 grand'll take the whole crew to Miami
Then we pop Crys off like we won a Grammy
I take care of my own, that's my family
Magazine's talk 'cause they don't understand me
[Chorus]
That's right, just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor
Mixed with a little bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip
Grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit
I got them moves that'll make you lose control
That's right, just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor
Mixed with a little bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip
Grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit
I got them moves that'll make you lose control
Yeah
Got you on this dude
Ha ha
Federation Records
JR
We did it again
Whoo!
[Chorus]
That's right, just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor
Mixed with a little bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip
Grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit
I got them moves that'll make you lose control
[Verse One]
Step up in the club, so fresh and clean
Not that outcast that they label me
I run with a team that rolls so deep
We in and out the club every day of the week
Can I make them hits when the beat drop?
That's when you hear me say "Hold up, stop!"
Let me take you back to 5 o'clock
When I drove a Lamborghini off the block
But not before I made them chop the top
And throw some 20 shoes on that stop
Hit Mastro's for a bite to eat
No tuxedo 'cause they recognize me
A lifestyle of rich living and fast cars
Don't hate 'cause I'm a superstar
And I married a superstar
Never come between us
No matter who you are
Come on
[Chorus]
That's right, just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor
Mixed with a little bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip
Grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit
I got them moves that'll make you lose control
[Verse Two]
Closet full of...kicks
Garage full of...whips
Vegas crap table got the pit boss pissed
They ain't never seen a kid win like this
So rich that I tattooed the dice on my wrist
And my girl too, it's no coincidence
That the SRT got all black tints
Never been to Denver, but I rock them nuggets
One earring cost more than your budget
And I ain't here to brag
I'm just here to pop tags
My Ferrari cost more than your little S-Class
Look man, I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket
It don't matter what you blow
Boy, you can't match it
40 grand'll take the whole crew to Miami
Then we pop Crys off like we won a Grammy
I take care of my own, that's my family
Magazine's talk 'cause they don't understand me
[Chorus]
That's right, just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor
Mixed with a little bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip
Grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit
I got them moves that'll make you lose control
That's right, just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor
Mixed with a little bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip
Grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit
I got them moves that'll make you lose control
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