I Got
I got things to make it better
Said I got things to make it better
Yeah I got things to make it better
I said I got, I got, I got, I got
I got champagne for the pain
Drippin on her body got it on me
All flame, lit
Matchin on the vibe, all same
Tryna get a dose of what I'm feenin for
Game, nah
I don't really want or need other hoes
Real life, Black white like dominoes
Don't put my time in those
I put my tongue in you
Let you know what I'm tryna do
So
One I wanna hit if you down with it
Ayo I'm way too lit to really ever quit
Three drinks in, think you my forever chick
Now I could plead the fifth
But know I got your six
She feelin seventh heaven when I ate that
Call 911 after she take that, yuh
Catchin her breath while she grabbin her neck
Scale one to ten she said I break that
Take that
I got things to make it better
And I got things to make it better
Said I got things to make it better
I said I got, I got, I got, I got
I got Hennessy for the messy in me
I wanna drink drank drunk
Til u mess with me
I got a bottle I was saving but I'm all over the waiting
Cause i need, got, want you sexually
I'm in a vibe that I'm feelin with you all night
I wanna take you down and get you all right
That's that shit your man don't like
But passin up on me wouldn't be too bright
You right
I got things to make it better
You make it better Jai
And I got things to make it better
Aye who you tellin man
Said I got things to make it better
Messiah
I said I got, I got, I got, I got
She got what I need
She got what I like
She call me a plumber
How I lay the pipe
I meet her last night
Probably round two
Taking celebration shots
She a grad Famu
Shawty a scholar
Her brain is amazing
Corona her vibes
That mean they contagious
She say that I'm sick
She got my prescription
Told me to slow down
Cause it can get addicting
And I don't play soccer
But girl we can kick it
Ain't tryna strike out
Because this the last inning
Just give me the ball
And you know Ima score
Just give me the cat
And watch me make it roar
She turn to a nympho
When she down the Henny
She Poppin that pussy
Like she got a semi
I don't know her name
And she don't know mine
This only one time
We just wild for the night
And she told me no lie
What you tell em Jai
I got things to make it better
And I got things to make it better
Said I got things to make it better
I said I got, I got, I got, I got
Said I got things to make it better
Yeah I got things to make it better
I said I got, I got, I got, I got
I got champagne for the pain
Drippin on her body got it on me
All flame, lit
Matchin on the vibe, all same
Tryna get a dose of what I'm feenin for
Game, nah
I don't really want or need other hoes
Real life, Black white like dominoes
Don't put my time in those
I put my tongue in you
Let you know what I'm tryna do
So
One I wanna hit if you down with it
Ayo I'm way too lit to really ever quit
Three drinks in, think you my forever chick
Now I could plead the fifth
But know I got your six
She feelin seventh heaven when I ate that
Call 911 after she take that, yuh
Catchin her breath while she grabbin her neck
Scale one to ten she said I break that
Take that
I got things to make it better
And I got things to make it better
Said I got things to make it better
I said I got, I got, I got, I got
I got Hennessy for the messy in me
I wanna drink drank drunk
Til u mess with me
I got a bottle I was saving but I'm all over the waiting
Cause i need, got, want you sexually
I'm in a vibe that I'm feelin with you all night
I wanna take you down and get you all right
That's that shit your man don't like
But passin up on me wouldn't be too bright
You right
I got things to make it better
You make it better Jai
And I got things to make it better
Aye who you tellin man
Said I got things to make it better
Messiah
I said I got, I got, I got, I got
She got what I need
She got what I like
She call me a plumber
How I lay the pipe
I meet her last night
Probably round two
Taking celebration shots
She a grad Famu
Shawty a scholar
Her brain is amazing
Corona her vibes
That mean they contagious
She say that I'm sick
She got my prescription
Told me to slow down
Cause it can get addicting
And I don't play soccer
But girl we can kick it
Ain't tryna strike out
Because this the last inning
Just give me the ball
And you know Ima score
Just give me the cat
And watch me make it roar
She turn to a nympho
When she down the Henny
She Poppin that pussy
Like she got a semi
I don't know her name
And she don't know mine
This only one time
We just wild for the night
And she told me no lie
What you tell em Jai
I got things to make it better
And I got things to make it better
Said I got things to make it better
I said I got, I got, I got, I got
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Houston, Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Florian Senfter, Emaunuel Guenther, Paul Duane Beauregard
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