Letra da Música Go Getta de Chamillionaire

My time is done, I'm feeling fine
My money is on my mind
Let's go getta
Go getta
Go, go getta
Last time I dropped you
Now you're rolling with a winner
I will come up for some more figures
More figures, more figures, more figures
Just point me to the dollar signs
Told my girl
I'm sorry I won't make it home for dinner
I won't make it home for dinner, I apologize
I'm gonna go getta
Go getta, go getta
Go getta, go getta
Grinning off the dinner time


I picked up the phone when I heard the call
Heard the call, heard the call
She was talking to
Hope that you gonna go to church tomorrow
Church tomorrow, church tomorrow
Did she say, boy don't try it work so hard
But that 's like trying to tell me not to work a dollar
Now get it
You know I'll be gone for a minute
Everything was hard and independent
I had to transform a penny into a quarter
A quarter into a dollar
And a dollar into a ticket
Clock is still ticking
Better know it's my time
Jump if you try not to get shot down
If I'll fall off then it's not now

I've been the type to leave confidence
So you can all give compliments
Tried to catch up but my mind is messed up
I hope you never get caught
Trying to act dumm
First of all I tried to say I was next of
My hunger is trying to tell my best of
If you wanna win you got to get on your past
Take your purchase rip all the tags
And when you swaggin' than break the bags
We don't like to talk cause we show
It ain't dinner time when it's winning time
So try to win and let's go, let's go

Last time I dropped you
Now you're rolling with a winner
I will come up for some more figures
More figures, more figures, more figures
Just point me to the dollar signs
Told my girl
I'm sorry I won't make it home for dinner
I won't make it home for dinner, I apologize
I'm gonna go getta
Go getta, go getta
Go getta, go getta
Grinning off the dinner time


Ain't nobody controlling us
I know you're trying to shoot me down
Then you better start loading up
Cause you'll have to shoot more than a round

Walk into the office like daddy's home
Execute my diddy dash
When my bid is done I'm already gone
Skipped the city, let's hit it glow
Don't really smoking
Don't really drinking
I'm all kind of wet and cute
Let's get it, let's get it
Told my crew
Let's get it, let's get it

I ain't down with if you ain't down with me
So... a shoe if you fit in
Admit it, tell the truth and admit it
So the joke is on you if you bid it
Admit it, I got a mail with no stamp
And I still give you a mail with your stamp
And I'm stall as calm as I've never been
With you count
The road to rich looks so rough
But the profit from me, that's so fine

Last time I dropped you
Now you're rolling with a winner
I will come up for some more figures
More figures, more figures, more figures
Just point me to the dollar signs
Told my girl
I'm sorry I won't make it home for dinner
I won't make it home for dinner, I apologize
I'm gonna go getta
Go getta, go getta
Go getta, go getta
Grinning off the dinner time