Ain't Got You
How bout' you
How bout' you
How bout' you
How about you come and kick it with me
I can show you round the city
He wrap twenties around his ones
I only got hunnits and fifties
I got
Skrilla on skrilla
I got
Bengies on Bengies
I hop in something imported girl watch me put down a Hemi
I got hitters it my city that'll drill for me
Yeah I got shorties cross the country that would kill for me
Yeah I got a couple labels, they got deals for me
Excuse me while I laugh at em Man it's still funny
I got pretty much everything, but I ain't got you
Yeah I got, plenty of things but I ain't got you
Yeah I got, plenty of things but I ain't got you
Yeah I got, plenty of things but I ain't got you
I could put you in some Fenty baby come and kick it with me ooh yeah
Put you in Givenchy baby come and kick it with me ooh yeah
Put you in some Fenty baby come and kick it with me ooh
I could make a pig fly wheels turning its a guinea uh
Came up with quickness they should put me in the Guinness uh
She like Hennessy, she Irish, so I just call her Guinness
Spend summers in the 305, our winters up in Venice
Way I'll sex you up
You gone think it's something I invented
I throw that dick like pitcher have you stretching like a gymnast
I'll let you pull up in something your momma gon' think you rented
Beget all on my wrist and in my Chiclets nigga
Me and my Niggletts getting money like the bigots nigga
Spread her like butter I've been breaded like a biscuit Nigga
We in the heavy weight I feel like I bench six figures
Nigga I been six figures
Nigga I been six figures
But I don't got her
Yeah
Open my message
I'ma take the time just to spend on you
I got plenty money I'm a spend on you
Oh you like Versace I'm a get it to
That's a Birkin bag that I'm a get for you
I got six figures and nobody special just to give it to
Someone like you baby someone like you baby
Someone like you baby someone like you
I got plenty things but I ain't got you
I got plenty things but I ain't got you Nah nah
Yeah I got, plenty of things but I ain't got you
Yeah I got, plenty of things but I ain't got you
Yeah I got, plenty of things but I ain't got you
I could put you in some Fenty baby come and kick it with me ooh yeah
Put you in Givenchy baby come and kick it with me ooh yeah
Put you in some Fenty baby come and kick it with me ooh
How bout' you
How bout' you
How about you come and kick it with me
I can show you round the city
He wrap twenties around his ones
I only got hunnits and fifties
I got
Skrilla on skrilla
I got
Bengies on Bengies
I hop in something imported girl watch me put down a Hemi
I got hitters it my city that'll drill for me
Yeah I got shorties cross the country that would kill for me
Yeah I got a couple labels, they got deals for me
Excuse me while I laugh at em Man it's still funny
I got pretty much everything, but I ain't got you
Yeah I got, plenty of things but I ain't got you
Yeah I got, plenty of things but I ain't got you
Yeah I got, plenty of things but I ain't got you
I could put you in some Fenty baby come and kick it with me ooh yeah
Put you in Givenchy baby come and kick it with me ooh yeah
Put you in some Fenty baby come and kick it with me ooh
I could make a pig fly wheels turning its a guinea uh
Came up with quickness they should put me in the Guinness uh
She like Hennessy, she Irish, so I just call her Guinness
Spend summers in the 305, our winters up in Venice
Way I'll sex you up
You gone think it's something I invented
I throw that dick like pitcher have you stretching like a gymnast
I'll let you pull up in something your momma gon' think you rented
Beget all on my wrist and in my Chiclets nigga
Me and my Niggletts getting money like the bigots nigga
Spread her like butter I've been breaded like a biscuit Nigga
We in the heavy weight I feel like I bench six figures
Nigga I been six figures
Nigga I been six figures
But I don't got her
Yeah
Open my message
I'ma take the time just to spend on you
I got plenty money I'm a spend on you
Oh you like Versace I'm a get it to
That's a Birkin bag that I'm a get for you
I got six figures and nobody special just to give it to
Someone like you baby someone like you baby
Someone like you baby someone like you
I got plenty things but I ain't got you
I got plenty things but I ain't got you Nah nah
Yeah I got, plenty of things but I ain't got you
Yeah I got, plenty of things but I ain't got you
Yeah I got, plenty of things but I ain't got you
I could put you in some Fenty baby come and kick it with me ooh yeah
Put you in Givenchy baby come and kick it with me ooh yeah
Put you in some Fenty baby come and kick it with me ooh
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Writer(s): Robrico Taylor
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