Trying to Get at You - 8Ball & MJG, 112

Bad Boy, baby

Ball and G

(Yeah)

You ready?

(Some of that ghetto love shit)

Come on, let’s go

Smash with my niggas, you know how we do

Flippin' through the hood, that’s when I bumped into you

At the car wash jumpin' out your E-Class

Petite frame with your little round fat ass

10 ½ for your eyes and your pretty toes

I wanna know you but I heard you got a nigga though

Anyway, I’ma spit it like I know that you with it

My windows are tinted so he won’t know that you in it

We can cruise the city and get the car weed scented

Drink a Hen, open up and let your boy squeeze in it

A G for real I never played those games

Wanna get in your brain, put some ice in your chain

You can stay with your mayne, act a fool and complain

Come and get with your boy, we just hang and bang

That’s the business but you don’t want a nigga like me

You want a weak ass nigga just pretendin' to be

I wish I would’ve said somethin'

That would’ve made you stopped walkin'

How can I let you know, girl

I’m trying to get at you, baby

(Can I talk to you?)

And instead of trying to step on you

I let another nigga up on you

How can I let you know, girl

I’m trying to get at you, baby

(Baby, I’m trying to get to you)

Baby, you need a hard leg, a straight nigga with no sugar

One that won’t play no games and give it to you

In the buck, doggystyle, the whole mile

Mix it up, with the new and the old style

Ain’t you tired of your man hangin' up at your job

Followin' you 'round, talkin' 'bout you breakin' his heart?

You too pretty, to have a nigga prettier than you

You need a cut-throat nigga, baby, tell you the truth

I’m MJG, and I ain’t tryin' to stay in your face

Or crowd your space or try to get a key to your place

I got my own spot, shit, but we gon' hit the hotel-ly

I can’t take you to my spot until I know that you’re ready

See, I ain’t the one to fall in love just in a week

Take out all my money then go invest in a freak

I see something I like, baby, can I just get a number?

Don’t worry 'bout the stress and the pressure he got you under

I wish I would’ve said somethin'

That would’ve made you stopped walkin'

(Made you stop walkin', girl)

How can I let you know, girl

I’m trying to get at you, baby

(Girl, I’m trying to get to you)

And instead of trying to step on you

I let another nigga up on you

How can I let you know, girl

I’m trying to get at you, baby

(Baby, I’m trying to get to you)

Look, if your boy calls, tell him that you’re rollin' with your girls

Tell him y’all shoppin', you gon' meet him at the crib

Really I’ma have you somewhere diggin' in your ribs

Pullin' off the rubber and shootin' it on your lips

Dream about the day when I can hold your hips

Wanna spoil you and tell niggas you my bitch

See, you got a nigga, I don’t wanna see y’all split

The real nigga in me make a nigga do that shit

You’re listenin' to your friends again, oh no

Why you wanna take advice from them?

They solo

I’m the one that put the spark in your life, all night

And all day, so motherfuck what they all say

Tell 'em MJ said it and MJ done it

Shot straight into your life like Haley’s Comet

Eliminated them other cats who wanna run it

Keep the bullshit, we’ll take you away from it

I wish I would’ve said somethin'

That would’ve made you stopped walkin'

(Made you stop walkin', girl)

How can I let you know, girl

I’m trying to get at you, baby

(I'm trying to get to you)

And instead of trying to step on you

I let another nigga up on you

How can I let you know, girl

I’m trying to get at you, baby

(How can I let you know? Oh…)

Can I talk to you?

I really wanna meet you, girl

I really wanna know your name, oh

Sing it again, one more time

Can I talk to you?

I really wanna meet you, girl

I really wanna know your name, oh

Ball and G, 112, Bad Boy

Drum Majors, I see you

I like this right here

Let’s go