Jahlil Beats - Young, Gettin’ It (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Meek Mill)

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'Young, Gettin’ It (Remix)' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. Meek Mill)
Here is Young, Gettin’ It (Remix) Lyrics by Jahlil Beats Ft. Meek Mill

(Intro: Kirko Bangz)
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I'm living, shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And shawty wanna roll, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audemar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I'm living, shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

(Verse 1: Meek Mill)
Yeah, young nigga I get money and fuck hoes on my spare time
She don’t fuck on the first night, then she don’t meet my deadline
Niggas smokin that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like Yea Mon
I’m sipping on the whole eighth of the purp shit, bed time
I cop foreigns like Jordans, y'all niggas ain’t important
Shawty want that molly, and I’ma get what she order
Tats all on my body, strapped up like a war
Eat the pussy I prolly, if it smell like water
Her neck talk say fuck me, my wrist talk say suck me
The niggas claiming they balling, I take your bitch Kris Humphries
And make them buy me a whip nigga, nothing less than the 6 nigga
Yall ran your mouth like hoes, all you are some bitch niggas

(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And shawty wanna roll, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audemar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I'm living, shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

(Verse 2: Meek Mill)
Okay, your baby mama: I bought that, side chick: I bought that
Main chick: I bought that, and your dream girl just called back
I’m still repping that north side with that big P on my ballcap
These broke niggas don’t like me, cause they say I think I’m all that
Now Coon cop that ‘rarri, I don’t even feel sorry
Niggas claimin my flows I should put these niggas on Maury
And I ain’t claming these hoes, have these haters looking all sorry
When I pulled up in that Rolls, swag was surfing on ‘em like gnarley
I’m with 3 hoes like Santa Claus, and I’m the boss, Diana Ross
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn’t even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there, this nigga wanna be playing it off
Knowing that girl is main thang, that shit don’t like nigga, bang bang!

(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And shawty wanna roll, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I'm living, shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

(Verse)
I be sippin on that rose, I be sippin on that lean
24 I’m countin my dough, Shawty trippin off that beam
I be rockin all that fly shit, got Versace on my thumb
Diamonds shine like paparazzi, I tell mami that’s verses cut
We roll deep like shower posy, kamikaze call yo bluff
I be icy, don’t play hockey, nigga stop it don’t you come
I got YSL on my back, I make YSL’s on that track
Shawty can’t stand on that drink
Told er go and sit on my lap
Got yo bitch up in my Rolls Royce, I don’t give em no choice
Fuck niggas that run dry
Niggas making no noise

I’m straight out the bottle, straight out the gutter
Came out the hood, that’s why drink all the bottles

I be smoking on that loud when I be drinking purple stuff
I be chillin up in green house, 100 bottles of that stuff
They be fuckin with that molly, got the models on that stuff
I be rockin all that fly shit, hundred dollars on my cup

But enough is not enough, but enough is not enough
But enough is not enough, but enough is not enough
But enough is not enough, but enough is not enough
But enough is not enough, but enough is not enough

(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And shawty wanna roll, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life

(Verse)
Red rum, murder game, these niggas gay like Novocaine
My niggas gutter like building lanes
Like Pedro, they go for me
Two Asian bitches, they Siamese
So high nigga look chinese
She bite the head like Ozzie
Freddy Krueger money, you only see in yo dreams
H Town, ball hard like my name my keen
Melajuan, James Hardy, yall niggas new to the scene
And that’s my nigga, super club, we the new liver
Pop pop bottles on all these bitches
Bitch ass niggas can’t even get in
Ripley’s, please believe me
That Justin Bieber my nigga really
Ain’t gotta lie, these niggas feel me
My bars up like copper really
They won’t be cuz my neck chilly
Got a bad white bitch like Iggy
Iggy Pop, rockstar livin
I’m a flyin nigga, shout out to Philly
King shit, yo bitch
She all up on my dick
I get crazy, pussy psychiatrist
All about my paper like jurnalists
Killa flow, I earn this shit
We ball for real like tournaments
On the jet, no turbulence
Straight flexin, I’m so bent
No lie, no lie
Said I ain’t never told no lie
Say fuck you if you hate me
My real fans gon ride
Got my own shoe, clothing line
Only neighbourhood tryna sign
Niggas try and turn up
But don’t overdose like Lim Bias
Hypocrites and all buyers
I provide you at you old vajira
I can bless you, no church attire
Pray to God I’ll die tryin
What’s a stone to a big giant?
What’s fire if you can’t ignite it?
I’m fed up like FDR, yall niggas late, call it people time nigga

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