Got It

Niggas they be cappin like they got it
Big bank roll
Yeaa
I got plenty hoes got plenty options wooh
Pulla

Niggas they be capping like they got it
And they copy that just like they rodger
Steppin in some new Balenciagas
I got plenty hoes got plenty options
Niggas they be hating cause they know a nigga got it
Big bank rolls in my muthafuckin Pocket
All gas no brakes it aint no muthafuckin stoppin
Yeaah
Yeah you say you want that smoke ok you got it
Ok Got it ok you got it
Yeuh

Say you want that smoke then bitch you got it
I got that pocket rocket coming out my pocket
Got them racks inside my pocket it cant fit no wallet
Pull up with yo bitch you know we wildn
Got them blues them hunnits
Take em to school no study
Fucking my bitch and her buddy
You know im the kid like cudi
All of my cups be muddy
You broke you aint in my budget
The bitch wana fuck she heard i got money
Flower sativa you'll think i was sunndayy
My bitch aint a model she rippin the runway
Louis V goggles i rock on a sunny day
And ya lil bitch she a throw away
All of my pistol they throw aways
All that cappn niggas having no wave
Never switch stayin in my own lane
At you top like rogate
Gotta backwood full of propane
Niggas do to much and they so lame

Niggas they be capping like they got it
And they copy that just like they rodger
Steppin in some new Balenciagas
I got plenty hoes got plenty options
Niggas they be hating cause they know a nigga got it
Big bank rolls in my muthafuckin Pocket
All gas no brakes it aint no muthafuckin stoppin
Yeaah
Yeah you say you want that smoke ok you got it
Ok Got it ok you got it
Yeuh

Pull up with my mini me
Call that lil bihh chimney
She know how to handle smoke
Have you bleeding out ya throat
This aint how you wana go
My moma raised a animal
Fresher then a fashion show
Always with a classic hoe
Big back what she like to roll
Fill it with exotic
Put her on a molly
Let her geek and let her freak
Her smile ima ride it
Thats what i call vibing
Red bottoms slidin right back to the money
Every step be bloody if you broke im actin funny
Dirty bitch my cup be muddy
Leave yo hoe when i get cuddy
Back to the trip double these hunnits
Track and field the way i run it
Eyes real low bitch im blunted
New blue faces bitch im thumbin

Niggas they be capping like they got it
And they copy that just like they rodger
Steppin in some new Balenciagas
I got plenty hoes got plenty options
Niggas they be hating cause they know a nigga got it
Big bank rolls in my muthafuckin Pocket
All gas no brakes it aint no muthafuckin stoppin
Yeaah
Yeah you say you want that smoke ok you got it
Ok Got it ok you got it
Yeuh

Ok you got it



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Writer(s): Shamar Davis
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