Got It

Like, bitch, I got it
I got so much cash, so much cash up in my wallet
I made that green, smoke that green, get the profit
We know he cappin, you know he gon' stop it

Up, up, up, we send that lil' boy
Up, up, up, he gon' play we test his
Luck, luck, luck, I'm off that gas
It leave me stuck, stuck, stuck

The hellcat goin' fast, gon' fast like usain shit
Lil' bitch, I hit that gas goin' through the rain, bitch
I'm drivin' all black, all black on bruce wayne shit
I hit up johnny just to make sure that my chain hit

Bullets flyin' through the air
We keep goin' up, we keep goin' up like stairs
I know they be lurkin', so I gotta stay aware
She tryna come fuck me, cause she know I'm too rare

Like, bitch, I got it
I got so much cash, so much cash up in my wallet
I made that green, smoke that green, get the profit
We know he cappin, you know he gon' stop it

She see my chain swing, cause she know I'm different man
She see the blue blues, can't fit up in a rubber bands
She catchin' onto me, look like I start a trend
Tryna come stay the night, but I said it depends



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Writer(s): Josh Butler
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