Letra de Getcho Mans - Rich Brian

Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger

Uh

Getcho mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance (Yeah, ayy)

Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah

Chain swingin', don't know where the medal is, ayy, uh

Pull up with a bitch, she dance, got on some heaven pants

Bitch we on a different rank, I am the veteran (Ayy, yeah)

Bitch I equip my bands then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah

Kill streak shit on the game, then I just represent, ayy, yeah

Mona Lisas and Picassos

Bones are limp, I'm a child hoe

Culture vision, on a 5-0

Waves form when we out hoe

Came storm like it's X-Men

Fuck with me, you is dead man

And my pockets, dead man

And I leap like it's Jumpman

Coach seats in the airman

Trophies, don't compare them

What's a grammy to a necklace?

And my granny gave it to me

What's a gram to a fake bitch?

Indonesian, what's a language

Think I'm speakin' like a bad bitch

Background on a whole different continent

Hoe we got different ad-libs

Hoe we got different mothers

Hoe we got different cash

Hoe we got different chances

Hoe we got different culture

Rollin' deep with my dawgs you would think it's a veterinary

I reach my goals by January

Got the eyes of a tiger, Katy Perry

Gettin' married to the game

Little bitch, we not the same

And that bitch pussy wet like Johnny Dang

And that bitch done stole my 20k

Man, I’m jokin', rollie pollie with the zaza

Sippin' drank combine it with the foie gras

You gon’ need to bargain when you buy buy

I don't got a problem with the harga

I’m the finished product you the mock-up

Quit the xanny bitch, get your bars up

You too slow, just get to the choppa

Just woke up, I get to the commas

You roll joints, I'm rollin impalas

I do not write I'm just tellin' my truth

When I get in the booth

I don't fuck with no Judas

Got mac no computers

Got so many sons, I don't know where the moon is

If you got a gang man I got a comuna

We pull up with goonies

But I'd rather sit in my peace like I'm Buddhist

You fuckin' with groupies, I get Mila Kunis, uh

I'm geekin she gimme the face, uh

I fell in love in the middle of Covid, she badder than Addison Rae, uh

Your man did a post for that Fashion Nova seven times and he never got paid, uh

I told my girl hit the mute on the zoom and now she taking off the parade, uh

I took the fam to a trip in Japan for the week because that's how we're raised

Uh

Getcho mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance (Yeah, ayy)

Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah

Chain swingin', don't know where the medal is, ayy, ayy

Pull up with a bitch, she dance, got on some heaven pants

Bitch we on a different rank, I am the veteran (Ayy, yeah)

Bitch I equip my bands, then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah

Kill streak shit on the game then I just represent, ayy, yeah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Me and Warren 'bout to kill this shit

It is gettin' scary, get a crucifix

Thought I'm boutta leave but I renewed the lease

All the snake bitches get a peace sign

Rewind that shit, remind that bitch

We the kings fore he turn to ashes, don’t forget now bitch

I'm the main, you a background, ay

Who the fuck trynna go clash to clash with me

I'm practically the most savage, the most braggadocious boy that you've ever seen

I'm on caffeine, the black jeans denim hold

Bags and keys, you slow Activis I'm sippin' tea

I’m limpin', cause I got a whole game to carry

At the top, you can't reach

Oh my god my Nikes, I'm Mariah Carey

Got the check in December

You miss shots like a sober man

Who don't join the mili-military

Missing, sign you the side of a dairy

Where he go, shit gettin' scary

I don't fist fight "Bitch, I'm pretty!"

Goddamn I'm pretty, bitch

And I'm back on the juice

I don't play by the rules

I don't work in a cube

We attack anything that'll make any moves

I don't make an excuse

Before you walk in, take off the shoes, bitch

All you lil' boys sippin' on Trulys

I got blues but you so clueless

Mark my words I’ll act in a movie

Lil' bitch

I got blue bills match with the pants they some blue jeans

With a bad bitch in the side of this two-seat

Schoolboy get his P's and Q's, I be groovy

Yes I'm in the new scene

Bitch, I got new keys

In jacuzzis, you be in the nosebleeds

Why they all moody? Bitch, my bands be taller than Uzi

Get your mans, kick 'em out, like Bruce Lee, aye

Uh

Getcho mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance (Yeah, ayy)

Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah

Chain swingin', don't know where the medal is, ayy, uh

Pull up with a bitch, she dance, got on some heaven pants

Bitch we on a different rank, I am the veteran (Ayy, yeah)

Bitch I equip my bands, then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah

Kill streak shit on the game, then I just represent, ayy, yeah

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