Get Down

[Intro: Wale] I see your face Don't change the channel Every night and day It's just a little bit of Statik, hahah (Statik Selektah) The thought of you Every Blue Moon, big tune, every time Just won't go away Adé, you ready? [Verse 1: Wale, Phil Adé & Both] The show and the flow killer, never below, nigga The zone, my cortisone is twenty below zero At the bank, I'm thinking "Who gave me this flow, nigga?" Alice and Frank with 'em, my women be so split up, yeah Now go, Phil A' I think it's ironic I'm digging a gold digger (Right) Money my goal nigga, got bitches in Vogue, nigga No niggas that you know is as cold with the flow nigga (Woo) Account is on Potomac but no ending road niggas Where my South Beach bitch? Can't tell you where Roanoke is I'm such a cold nigga, stuck to the code nigga I promise to keep it G, double G's on my clothes nigga I'm Gucci! I'm Sergio, my nigga Looking like them OGs that never pose for Insta Gram but not a picture (Grams is what they picture) Man, these niggas sweeter than Hansel/Gretel wishes They fugaz', yeah, y'all ain't authentic yet Come to my city, I bet somebody say I'm real as shit Come to your city, you silly niggas is irrelevant Never met anyone fucking with me, maybe I sell a bit Of off white girl, Off-White, Virgil Long flights to God knows where but her Man I got plans for the world Stop playin with Barry Sanders, God just sent a mural Uh, I smash and get the mural, that's head on face, nigga God damn, you niggas hittin' yo head on face nigga? I'm fast, you niggas uhh Woo, moonwalkin', chase niggas, uh [Verse 2: Phil Adé & Wale] Uh, and y'all some in the way niggas Uh, yeah, I run with renegade niggas When I'm in L.A., yeah I get that lemonade Bake you with the good one, kick it like some MMA niggas Uh, ah, I'ma let her hit the squad though Squad goals been reached, my reach far as this arm go All on me out in Largo, moms stay out in Armo Every time I perform, it's foreign, we need an encore Yeah, I keep broads on the D-low C-notes in my Chino's, used to carry the kilos Now I got the juice, can't judge me, Judge Ito I'm Mike when on the mic, you might be just Tito (Woo) [Chorus: Phil Adé] Yeah, I'm too real for sucker shit MoCo, PG gon' fuck with this Still got my Nike Boots in my mother's crib Still get love and get down Uh, I'm too real for sucker shit MoCo, PG gon' fuck with this Still got my Nike Boots in my mother's crib Still get love and get down, yeah Down, down, down Get love and get down, yeah Down, down, down Get love and get down [Outro] One day a smile, next day a tear Can't understand, why I need you here