get right

Lyrics from Louis Vuitton SS2026 Runway

[Intro: Doechii]

(You get right, you know)

(You get right) Home

(You get right, you know) Huh?

(You get right) Home

(You get right, you know)

(You get right) Huh

(You get right, you know) Home

(You get right)

[Refrain: Doechii]

Bitch, I started somethin' honest still part of somethin' true

Feelin' modest, it's honest, it's nothin' I couldn't do

I feel a (Way)

I feel a (Way)

I feel a (Way)

I feel a (Way)

I feel

[Chorus: Doechii]

(You get right, you know?)

You gotta get right (You gotta get right)

You gotta get right (You gotta get right)

You gotta get right (You gotta get)

You gotta get (Right)

You gotta get right (You gotta get right)

You gotta get right (You gotta get right)

You gotta get right (You gotta get right again)

[Verse 1: Doechii]

I'm in here makin' this song again, I can't believe I'm goin' dumb again

So many people tryna phone a friend, but I'm chillin' deep in the sauna

Tryna gеt right (Tryna get right), I gotta get right (I gotta get right)

I'm gonna gеt right (I'm tryna get right), I gotta get right

And I'm goin' dumb again

Fee-fi-fo-fum, I got the bitches, she goin' dumb

I ski, drive, row, pum, I gotta nigga he simp if I feel a (Way)

And I feel a (Way)

And I feel a (Way)

And I feel a way, and I'm goin' dumb again

Big monster, big Tonka, rocket like a big launcher

Shit talker, Miss Parker, rile up a bitch

[Refrain: Doechii]

I feel a (Way)

I feel a (Way)

I feel a (Way)

I feel a (Way)

I feel

Bitch, I started somethin' honest still part of somethin' true

Feelin' modest, it's honest, it's nothin' I couldn't do

I feel a (Honest)

I feel a (Honest)

I feel a (Honest)

I feel a (Honest)

I feel

[Bridge: Doechii]

Way (I feel a)

Way (I feel a)

Way (I feel a)

Way (I feel a; yeah)

[Verse 2: Doechii]

Stuntin' in this designer-signer

Feelin' like I'm Miss Joanna-anna

Stuntin in this designer-signer

Feelin' like I'm Miss Joanna

I'm feelin' cunt (I'm feelin' cunt)

I'm feelin' cunt (I'm feelin' cunt)

I'm feelin' cunt (I'm feelin' cunt)

I'm feelin' cunt (I'm feelin' cunt, yeah)

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & Doechii]

Huh, huh, huh (Uh)

Money like jeez louise

Been stressed, so much higher than Wiz Khalifa

So how can I spend it on me?

I'm talkin' 'bout time, I'm runnin' on E

I gotta get right (You gotta get right), I gotta get right (You gotta get)

Don't think that I'm a Karen

I need the peas, too much on my plate, I don't wanna eat

They wanna sing and dance (We love you)

Why the fuck I take that tour advance? (The money)

Nigga shut up, and just dribble ball (You rich)

How dare I complain here in front of y'all? (We made you)

I'm sleepin' away-way-way-way

Four pockets is paid-paid-paid-paid

What is the lesson?

I made enough bread, I'm full, I'll get back in a second

I'm gettin' right

[Chorus: Doechii & Tyler, The Creator]

You gotta get right (You gotta get right; the stress gon' kill me)

You gotta get right (You gotta get right; if a fire doesn't)

You gotta get right (You gotta get; from all of this paper)

You gotta get (Right; from all of this paper)

You gotta get right (You gotta get right)

You gotta get right (You gotta get right)

You gotta get right (You gotta get right again)

[Outro: Doechii]

Way (I feel a)

Way (I feel a; yeah)

Way (I feel a)

Way (I feel a; yeah)