เนื้อเพลง Getcho Mans - Rich Brian

Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger

Uh
Getcho Mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance (Yeah, ayy)
Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah
Chain swingin', don't know where the medal is, ayy, uh
Pull up with a b*tch, she dance, got on some heaven pants
B*tch we on a different rank, I am the veteran (Ayy, yeah)
B*tch I equip my bands then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah
Kill streak sh*t on the game, then I just represent, ayy, yeah

Mona Lisas and Picassos
Bones are limp, I'm a child hoe
Culture vision, on a 5-0
Waves form when we out hoe
Came storm like it's X-Men
F*ck with me, you is dead man
And my pockets, dead man
And I leap like it's Jumpman
Coach seats in the airman
Trophies, don't compare them
What's a grammy to a necklace?
And my granny gave it to me
What's a gram to a fake b*tch?
Indonesian, what's a language
Think I'm speakin' like a bad b*tch
Background on a whole different continent
Hoe we got different ad-libs
Hoe we got different mothers
Hoe we got different cash
Hoe we got different chances
Hoe we got different culture

Rollin' deep with my dawgs you would think it's a veterinary
I reach my goals by January
Got the eyes of a tiger, Katy Perry
Gettin' married to the game
Little b*tch, we not the same
And that b*tch p*ssy wet like Johnny Dang
And that b*tch done stole my 20k
Man, I'm jokin', rollie pollie with the zaza
Sippin' drank combine it with the foie gras
You gon' need to bargain when you buy buy
I don't got a problem with the harga
I'm the finished product you the mock-up
Quit the xanny b*tch, get your bars up
You too slow, just get to the choppa
Just woke up, I get to the commas
You roll joints, I'm rollin impalas
I do not write I'm just tellin' my truth
When I get in the booth
I don't f*ck with no Judas
Got mac no computers
Got so many sons, I don't know where the moon is
If you got a gang man I got a comuna
We pull up with goonies
But I'd rather sit in my peace like I'm buddhist
You f*ckin' with groupies, I get Mila Kunis, uh
I'm geekin she gimme the face, uh
I fell in love in the middle of covid she badder than Addison Rae, uh
Your man did a post for that Fashion Nova seven times and he never got paid, uh
I told my girl hit the mute on the zoom and now she taking off the parade, uh
I took the fam to a trip in Japan for the week because that's how we're raised

Uh
Getcho mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance (Yeah, ayy)
Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah
Chain swingin', dunno where the medal is, ayy, uh
Pull up with a b*tch, she dance, got on some heaven pants
B*tch we on a different rank, I am the veteran (Ayy, yeah)
B*tch I equip my bands, then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah
Kill streak sh*t on the game then I just represent, ayy, yeah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Me and Warren 'bout to kill this sh*t
It is gettin' scary, get a crucifix
Thought I'm boutta leave but I renewed the lease
All the snake b*tches get a peace sign
Rewind that sh*t, remind that b*tch
We the kings fore he turn to ashes, don't forget now b*tch
I'm the man, you a background, ay
Who the f*ck trynna go clash to clash with me
I'm practically the most savage, the most braggadocious boy that you've ever seen
I'm on caffeine, the black jeans denim hold
Bags and keys, you slow Activis I'm sippin' tea
I'm limpin', cause I got a whole game to carry
At the top, you can't reach
Oh my God my Nikes, I'm Mariah Carey
Got the check in December
You miss shots like a sober man
Who don't join the mili-military
Missing, sign you the side of a dairy
Where he go, sh*t gettin' scary
I don't fist fight "B*tch, I'm pretty!"
Goddamn I'm pretty, b*tch

And I'm back on the juice
I don't play by the rules
I don't work in a cube
We attack anything that'll make any moves
I don't make an excuse
Before you walk in, take off the shoes, b*tch
All you lil' boys sippin' on Trulys
I got blues but you so clueless
Mark my words I'll act in a movie
Lil' b*tch
I got blue bills match with the pants they some blue jeans
With a bad b*tch in the side of this two-seat
Schoolboy get his P's and Q's, I be groovy
Yes I'm in the new scene
B*tch, I got new keys
In Jacuzzis you be in the nosebleeds
Why they all moody? B*tch, my bands be taller than Uzi
Get your mans, kick 'em out, like Bruce Lee, aye

Uh
Getcho mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance (Yeah, ayy)
Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah
Chain swingin', don't know where the medal is, ayy, uh
Pull up with a b*tch, she dance, got on some heaven pants
B*tch we on a different rank, I am the veteran (Ayy, yeah)
B*tch I equip my bands, then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah
Kill streak sh*t on the game, then I just represent, ayy, yeah