[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]

Uh

Bitch, where your clothes? Why they ain't on the floor?

Player, where is your money? How you get in the door?

Colored lights like a disco, downing shots like a missile

Put a stamp on that ass, now that ass is official

Who getting sick from the thizzin'? Who got grease in they kitchen?

Who got dollars for pussy? Who the fuck is you kidding?

Who got kids at home? Don't say nothing

Take your shirt off, show 'em something

Woah, hold up

Swag, swag, swag, throw up

Yeah, you got it, club smelling like ass

Last ass is still standing, gon' get it some cash

So get it, get it, get it, get it, get it

[Verse 2: TiVo]

Yeah

Niggas out in line like there's nothing else to do

But it's nothing else to do with a line full of niggas

Aiming at the bar, like you waiting for a shot

'Til somebody pull the trigger, now everybody dipping, ah

Get them flipping out the door, whip it work, India Jones

Raid this bitch, indeed it though, fuck the world 'til tomorrow come

It's more abundant, be alone, pour a blunt and drink the smoke

'Fore the sun up, re-up more the more you plan to be afloat

Everybody going like, "Gotta get it, get it gone"

Get it 'til that shit is gone

Get it 'til them bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches know

Set the record set in stone

Set in metal, cell a' phone

Niggas reppin', reppin', more

Reppin' more, now get it, get it, get it, ah

[Verse 3: Kill Rogers]

Yeah

Light that propane and sizzle, play that dope game a fiddle

Your aim is set, how you mobbing? Working at night like you Kimmel

Hipsters sip that kombucha while my pimp juice is organic

I slang that shit out the sliver of my pants zipper, god damn it

Where the fuck my hoes at? Where the fuck my robe at?

I am that trapping Hefner spilling Remy on my throwback

Three bitches in my Nova comatose, they robo rocking

One of them naked, playing with pussy while holding my johnson

Yep, yep, now put your mouth down on it

And get it, get it, get it, take a breath and lick it

Get it, get it, like you're protein deficient

I want to Instagram this and have twenty people like it

And thumbs up to the camera so these hoes know they're invited

[Verse 4: Daveed Diggs]

Uh

Cocaine up to the ceiling, fiends is snorting the roof

Stroll in front of the club, daddy buying some shoes

Bouncer brawling and beating them eggheads down to the yolk

Collared shirts in a line, fuck that line, it's a joke

Hahahaha, punch lines

Get it? Punch lines

Get it, get it, get that rum punch

Laughing at a motherfucker's lost lunch

Throwing bowls, swelling eyes, getting baked, selling pies

Flipping birds, counting money, snort it 'til their nose is runny

Blood is tripping, this blood is cripping

Leave this blood crippled, then everybody dipping

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Woah