Get Off - Zo

Ooh, ooh

Z-O get off, get off

Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah

Let me get off, get off

Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off

Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off

Ooh, ooh

Z-O get off, get off

Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah

Let me get off, get off

Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off

Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off

I said I had to get off, so what you think I’m doing?

Blue faces, buying gold, always been a Bruin

Except for when they losing, then I gotta keep it moving

People asking what I’m doing, money convos keep it fluent

Claiming you hard but you cracking up

I’m with your girl when she back it up

Pass me the sticks and I’m acting up, knocking it out and she ti-ti-ti-tapping

up

Do it for fans and the clapping up

Walking in Gucci, they rack it up

I swear these Benjamin’s standing up

I put 'em to sleep when I’m stacking up

Mo' money, got less problems

People looking like, «How about it?»

You rent it, I buy it

Diamonds wet but they never clouded

I’m a rebel, them Bs rowdy

Best believe we 'bout to bout it

Best believe my piece a stallion

Balling hard with no boundaries

Ooh, ooh

Z-O get off, get off

Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah

Let me get off, get off

Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off

Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off

Ooh, ooh

Z-O get off, get off

Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah

Let me get off, get off

Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off

Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off

Sit back, sit back, sit back turn the music up

Straight crack, I spit that, but nah homie, I ain’t talking drugs

I ain’t on the corner, I ain’t selling rock, I ain’t selling rock banging with

the thugs

I be on the court, yeah I push the rock

Cause balling, balling, balling what I love

Pay attention, listen closely I won’t say it twice

Married to the game, I ten-two it like that thang my wife

I put in early mornings, yeah, and I’m grinding late night

Shooting 2s and 3s, but nah homie, I ain’t talking dice

Working on my game, I tune it up just like a bike

But you can catch me in the G, and you know it’s all-white

On the court I’m making plays, and in the booth I’m making slappers

I always kept it real, I ain’t never been no actor

Ooh, ooh

Z-O get off, get off

Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah

Let me get off, get off

Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off

Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off

Ooh, ooh

Z-O get off, get off

Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah

Let me get off, get off

Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off

Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off