Lyrics Jim Jones – Imma Get Mine

Cookin’ up 8 balls to a brick nigga
I wish I would buy a bitch to a trick nigga
I put my own in the clip group
In the days you had a problem nigga shout to 5th
Nowadays a nigga screamin’ who he gonna get
Old niggas braggin’ how the nigga’s Shawty hold the 5th
Shit! It’s too easy now, I glide in the pussy
Dancing 1-80 when I drive to the pussy
When I think she cheatin’ practize to the pussy
Cause the last thing a nigga do is die from some pussy
Nigga save the court more and nigga fuck the corner
You need more songs, put these niggas in a coma
I shook my head and laugh when a nigga hang and fall off
Cause listen, I break beast 10 pounds of Arizona
I ain’t the best but I leave you in awe with it
And if I move to Miami I be LeBron with it

Get it
I’m a get mine
Ain’t no high end to me
Fuck that! Nigga I’m a get mine
I gotta get mine mine mine mine mine
Ain’t no high end to me
Fuck that! Nigga I’m a get mine

When you rich again, money man they call you selfish
They rather see us locked up, broke and helpless
So I pop champagne and I smoke the weltress

And we move the snow cane right before it melts
And I think of poppin’ green like I’m on selzers
And I think about my team, somewhat I’m a dell with
I know the niggas that I’m beefin’ with
And are the same niggas I am eatin’ with
Damn, talked with some of my besties
Just a Miami fuckin’ hoes on a jet ski
I wash my right hand turn leftie
Roam here stories in the hood of how you left me
And now we’ll all go South Pole
We can turn this thing into an all out war
Sounds like poetic justice
It remind of a old hare my mother fuck with
Money and bitches never before you niggas
Get the money, fuck the bitches, ball with you niggas

I’m a get mine
Ain’t no high end to me (And get yours)
Fuck that! Nigga I’m a get mine (‘Til they catch you pullin’ 66 floor, word)
I gotta get mine mine mine mine mine
Ain’t no high end to me
Fuck that! Nigga I’m a get mine
I’m a get mine