Go Get It Acoustic by Eric Bellinger Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
She want Chanel, she want a Birkin
She wanna ride in the Rolls with the curtain
She want that brand new Balenciaga
She want that Gucci, that Louis, that Prada
She want them big trips out the city
Her nigga was broke, he wasn't with it
And she know I got the bag on me
And I like her spoiled, whatever she want
[Chorus]
I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
I'ma go get it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mm-hmm)
I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm), oh, yeah
[Post-Chorus]
I give you the best love, the best love
Tell me who gon' love you best love, best love?
I give you the best love, the best love
Tell me who gon' love you best love, uh, best love?
[Verse]
Shawty in college, no mileage
And plus she work a 9 to 5, ayy
She want a nigga to eat it
And beat it up like it's 1999, ayy
She know a young nigga pull up when she need it
You got it bad, girl, and I mean it
Put you some double G's on your feet
Don't none of that shit compare to your physique
You know I got time, let's do it
I'm with all the vibes, you knew it, aw, yeah
Your ex nigga must be brazy
Couldn't see a bad bitch even with Lasik
She got a face, no waist
But the case is that booty galore
She wanna taste a new paste
With the Wraith and the Christian Dior
Young rich nigga, vibes
I ain't with them bitch niggas, lie, ayy
Pussy worth six figures, slide
I'ma put this real in your life, ooh, yeah
Let a young nigga blow your back out
Down on all fours when you tap out
She know a young nigga bring the cash out
Good love on that money, make you pass out
[Pre-Chorus]
She want Chanel, she want a Birkin
She wanna ride in the Rolls with the curtain
She want that brand new Balenciaga
She want that Gucci, that Louis, that Prada
She want them big trips out the city
Her nigga was broke, he wasn't with it
And she know I got the bag on me
And I like her spoiled, whatever she want
[Chorus]
I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
I'ma go get it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mm-hmm)
I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm), oh, yeah
[Post-Chorus]
I give you the best love, the best love
Tell me who gon' love you best love, best love?
I give you the best love, the best love
Tell me who gon' love you best love, uh, best love?
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
She want Chanel, she want a Birkin
She wanna ride in the Rolls with the curtain
She want that brand new Balenciaga
She want that Gucci, that Louis, that Prada
She want them big trips out the city
Her nigga was broke, he wasn't with it
And she know I got the bag on me
And I like her spoiled, whatever she want
[Chorus]
I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
I'ma go get it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mm-hmm)
I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm), oh, yeah
[Post-Chorus]
I give you the best love, the best love
Tell me who gon' love you best love, best love?
I give you the best love, the best love
Tell me who gon' love you best love, uh, best love?
[Verse]
Shawty in college, no mileage
And plus she work a 9 to 5, ayy
She want a nigga to eat it
And beat it up like it's 1999, ayy
She know a young nigga pull up when she need it
You got it bad, girl, and I mean it
Put you some double G's on your feet
Don't none of that shit compare to your physique
You know I got time, let's do it
I'm with all the vibes, you knew it, aw, yeah
Your ex nigga must be brazy
Couldn't see a bad bitch even with Lasik
She got a face, no waist
But the case is that booty galore
She wanna taste a new paste
With the Wraith and the Christian Dior
Young rich nigga, vibes
I ain't with them bitch niggas, lie, ayy
Pussy worth six figures, slide
I'ma put this real in your life, ooh, yeah
Let a young nigga blow your back out
Down on all fours when you tap out
She know a young nigga bring the cash out
Good love on that money, make you pass out
[Pre-Chorus]
She want Chanel, she want a Birkin
She wanna ride in the Rolls with the curtain
She want that brand new Balenciaga
She want that Gucci, that Louis, that Prada
She want them big trips out the city
Her nigga was broke, he wasn't with it
And she know I got the bag on me
And I like her spoiled, whatever she want
[Chorus]
I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
I'ma go get it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mm-hmm)
I'ma go get it, yeah (Mm-hmm), oh, yeah
[Post-Chorus]
I give you the best love, the best love
Tell me who gon' love you best love, best love?
I give you the best love, the best love
Tell me who gon' love you best love, uh, best love?
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah