Get It Off Ya Chest

[Intro: Hit-Boy] She gon' have to get that Half-A-Mil tatted... [Refrain: Hit-Boy] One hand on a whip Just spend half a mil Than I made it back Made sure it's exact Brought the party pack Go 'head and crack the seal Took that bitch to dealer And she wasted half the mill [Verse 1: Hit-Boy] Yeah, I ran out of trust Niggas shooting loggs Looking for that Mary J. Blige Real love, real love, damn Platinum skywalker in my lungs, uh Seven minute trip to basement, 7K Just put a new starter on my Chevrolet This for my niggas out in Texas, watch 'em screw it They say you a bop, but I been knew it Like the soup, hot, yeah bitch you blew it HS87 patch on my jacket Hall of fame, oh yeah, I'm on a ballad (ballad) Yeah, and I play on [?] In my 95 Air Maxes Now, you won't catch me lacking I send you niggas packing point Meet her where the cash is Duck them questions that you asking Zoomin pendant dancin' Diamonds doing choreography My chain look like it got a leak You ain't goin', than you got to leave Inside of the whip, same color as the autumn leaves You gotta lot to say, get it off your chest I get a lotta paid, not a lot of rest Lied to her face when I said "I ain't like the rest", damn [Refrain: Hit-Boy & Dom Kennedy] One hand on a whip Just spend half a mil Than I made it back Made sure it's exact Brought the party pack Go 'head and crack the seal Took that bitch to dealer And she wasted half the mill Damn, man, she thick Damn, man, she thick Damn, man, she thick She gon have to get that Half-A-Mil tatted [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] I'm off this Earl Stevens Am jumping in the deep end I'm bout to cut my phone off Don't call me when you need shit Come see me if you need dick I'm supposed to leave today Cabo San Lucas, when my baby mama need a break You got a lot to say, get it off your chest Half-A-Mil parties, them be rated triple X When you see my name, just know you fuckin' with the best Short, thick and cute, that's a real nigga request And I ran out of trust, my bitch is looking nuts She ain't getting a ride home, shit, you can hit the bucket You niggas trick too much, I just switch it up She stuntin' on the internet, waiting on the DM Y'all niggas play basketball, bitch I am a GM Captain of the whole team, shooters in the whole thing OPM, gold rings, I might suck her toes clean Tequila with the crystal, faded like it's codeine [Refrain: Hit-Boy & Dom Kennedy] One hand on a whip Just spend half a mil Than I made it back Made sure it's exact Brought the party pack Go 'head and crack the seal Took that bitch to dealer And she wasted half the mill Damn, man, she thick Damn, man, she thick Damn, man, she thick She gon have to get that Half-A-Mil tatted [Outro: Dom Kennedy] She gon have to get that Half-A-Mil tatted...