[Hook: Ross Rich]
Getcha-your hand up, Getcha-ya, Getcha-your hand up
Getcha-your hand up, Getch-ya, Getcha-your hand up
Gota getcha-your hand up, raise your glasses to the sky
Gonna party all night or pass out – so get ‘em high
Getcha-your hand up, Getcha-ya, Getcha-your hand up
Getcha-your hand up, Getch-ya, Getcha-your hand up
Gota getcha-your hand up, raise your glasses to the sky
Gonna party all night or pass out – so get ‘em high
[Verse 1: Ryan Rich]
I ain’t bashful, blame it on the cash flow
I’m an ass hole, Stick the cash in the stash where the grass go
- Greener, my side of the divider
Don’t think I’m a good guy…. Well I don’t either
The protagonist, too hot u couldn’t handle us
When the magnum bust, ran to plan B it’s a must
I gottcha rattled like a baby, baffled on the daily
Wetter than the navy, gat DAMN women crave me
Soooo…Give me the rhythm and it will be off with them clothes
Transmitting flows over the seven seas faster than currents flow
A nice guy, so she finished first then I finished last
I’ve got business cash whereas she’s got vicious ass
Can’t dismiss that brass it’s on a whole other level dude
I’ll level u, like the bubble in a bevel do
Neville smooth like the Neville brothers groove
Sooth to the soul, a tank of funk on full
I got u shaking like a spry can, baking like a fake tan
Quaking like jay- pan, hating like a fake fan
Fuck rotation on dem radio stations
I wanna hear my DJ’s lacing some first fucking placin
Creation, born for this Jason, the rest of them complacent
Better be bracing – p—p-pussies who I’m facing
Representing the next flow, ignition to the petro
On the road to Riches, and we’re sure bet bro
[Hook: Ross Rich]
Getcha-your hand up, Getcha-ya, Getcha-your hand up
Getcha-your hand up, Getch-ya, Getcha-your hand up
Gota getcha-your hand up, raise your glasses to the sky
Gonna party all night or pass out – so get ‘em high
Getcha-your hand up, Getcha-ya, Getcha-your hand up
Getcha-your hand up, Getch-ya, Getcha-your hand up
Gota getcha-your hand up, raise your glasses to the sky
Gonna party all night or pass out – so get ‘em high
[Verse 2: Ross Rich]
Not -not just the CEO, I also rock the fucking show
Let go and get it get it get it on the flo
Oh no, but they always say yeeea
When our beats blare and melodies move on through their ears
Flashing lights like new years, fuck it like who cares
When the needles drop DJ cut that shit – new sheers
So get em up in space, if rap was a race
When I’m spittin this written you wouldn’t even be close to my pace
No, fuck Lex Luther, I’ll be you’re Kryptonite
Girls tease and please on their knees when I grip the mic
Cuz we those bros antagonists, you’re whole crews lacking wit
We know that you know that we know you can’t handle shit
They call us pricks, dicks, they’re so mean
But the world loves its Villains just take a look at Sheen
Cuz I’m always bi-winning, never shy women
In my lining, it up is how I have been livin
Spitting with my sibling, with this gift we have been givin
Rising up to the top can’t be stopped maaan we’re driven
Got bars - next century, yours are elementary
Locked up – penitentiary for killing tracks in the 10th degree
Call me a Rich Bro aka a villii-oonn
Bring that fire-flame spit it hot degrees a millii-oonn
Celsius, burning up girls’ clothes you know they’ll melt to this
Every track a title match so I'mma take the belt with this
[Cutting and Scratching]
[Hook: Ross Rich]
Getcha-your hand up, Getcha-ya, Getcha-your hand up
Getcha-your hand up, Getch-ya, Getcha-your hand up
Gota getcha-your hand up, raise your glasses to the sky
Gonna party all night or pass out – so get ‘em high
Getcha-your hand up, Getcha-ya, Getcha-your hand up
Getcha-your hand up, Getch-ya, Getcha-your hand up
Gota getcha-your hand up, raise your glasses to the sky
Gonna party all night or pass out – so get ‘em high
