I Got It (feat. ChrisJenkins)
Pop it den pop it den pop it den roll
Them youngins goin crazy
They outta control
Need a handful ass cheeks on swole
Stand up in it no I don't fold
Head in da whip hold it in da road
Don't need da po po po pullin us ova
I been drinkin hardly sober
Make em say aye bo thought I told ya
I been skee skee to da max
Another repeat um right back
You might catch me in da trap
Calm down lil hoe you need to relax
Cuz the the word around town
You doing numbers calculator
Tell em stay up out my business
But you know I'm gettin dat papa
Bags comin in
Work them numbers that's a vin
Used to be five now it's ten
Might be fifteen if you ain't kin
Get off da team if you don't wanna win
I need my peace I want my zen
You gettin taxed you not exempt
Uma real one not like them
Shake yo ass to da beat
Faucet drippin that's a leak
Big ole booty she a freak
Dat creed cologne all on me
End zone skeet skeet
Um gone beep beep
Watch yo tone keep dat heat
Get off my phone number deleted
Pop dat thing make it work
Bet it's sweet like dessert
Gucci purse match her skirt
She gon let me hit it first
Man um bout to go bezerk
My dawg pulled up in a merc
We gon merk
I been surfin never nervous
Clean as detergent
Got me drifting um so lifted
Her head nothing short of prolific
Must be trippin think I'm slippin
I been pimpin since been pimpin
You know wey um at
Don't at me in ya mentions
Speakin facts you ain't gotta listen
Uma still get to it handle my business
Chasin them billions
Fuck how you feeling hoe
Them youngins goin crazy
They outta control
Need a handful ass cheeks on swole
Stand up in it no I don't fold
Head in da whip hold it in da road
Don't need da po po po pullin us ova
I been drinkin hardly sober
Make em say aye bo thought I told ya
I been skee skee to da max
Another repeat um right back
You might catch me in da trap
Calm down lil hoe you need to relax
Cuz the the word around town
You doing numbers calculator
Tell em stay up out my business
But you know I'm gettin dat papa
Bags comin in
Work them numbers that's a vin
Used to be five now it's ten
Might be fifteen if you ain't kin
Get off da team if you don't wanna win
I need my peace I want my zen
You gettin taxed you not exempt
Uma real one not like them
Shake yo ass to da beat
Faucet drippin that's a leak
Big ole booty she a freak
Dat creed cologne all on me
End zone skeet skeet
Um gone beep beep
Watch yo tone keep dat heat
Get off my phone number deleted
Pop dat thing make it work
Bet it's sweet like dessert
Gucci purse match her skirt
She gon let me hit it first
Man um bout to go bezerk
My dawg pulled up in a merc
We gon merk
I been surfin never nervous
Clean as detergent
Got me drifting um so lifted
Her head nothing short of prolific
Must be trippin think I'm slippin
I been pimpin since been pimpin
You know wey um at
Don't at me in ya mentions
Speakin facts you ain't gotta listen
Uma still get to it handle my business
Chasin them billions
Fuck how you feeling hoe
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Writer(s): Gerald Ani I Ogbonna
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