Got It Bad (feat. GOON DES GARCONS* & Landstrip Chip)

She want it all right, want it all right
If it ain't money, then she off that
She don't have fun, less she got a bag
I can never run, I just got it bad

She just got a Tesla, made it off the streets
All the way we kissin' in the backseat
She might let you drive it, gotta show you sweet
She pretty in a picture, pornstar on the screen

Okay

Big money, baby, I spend it all
Rain dance for me, I make it fall
I just sent my pilot, gotta show them all
I'll fly you out, private, love to show you off

Lost today, you don't even know if you got a way
I don't really love when it's all the same
You even know that you got it babe

She want it all right, want it all right
If it ain't money, then she off that
She don't have fun, less she got a bag
I can never run, I just got it bad

I just got a bag, I just got a bag
I spent 13K on Neiman's, nigga, I just pop tags
Givenchy down, I'm like, fuck the tab
I'm just livin' fast, spendin' and gettin' it back

I don't need no fuckin' price check, I just swipe yeah
I spent 20K on Michael Mears and wear em once, don't take me serious
You ain't talkin' bout no money, I ain't even tryna hear it
Count hundreds like I'm furious Only time I stop is she on her period

Fuck the price, I ain't have no rubber
I took her to 7-Eleven, I ain't even wanna roll the dice
Booked a flight, landed 7:11, these hoes ain't none of my type
These niggas ain't none of my guys
You ain't gon' ride for yours like I ride for mines, no

Walkin' out the bank, now my pocket's swole
On the way to see the jeweler, nigga, my neck wrist on full
Told the bitch, meet me in Hawaii, she ain't got a pack no clothes
I'ma send her back if she don't fuck, cause I got my next bitch on go

She want it all right, want it all right
If it ain't money, then she off that
She don't have fun, less she got a bag
I can never run, I just got it bad



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Burris, Jordan Holt-may, Mark James Selim, Maxime Morin
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