I Got It

This feeling on flex, I got it

Six figure checks, I got it

These hoes act so psychotic

Like they don't know I got it

Thirty K cash, I got it

Two hundred on my dash, I got it

The game on smash, I got it

My hoes won't last, I got it

Got it

Got it, I got it

Got it

Got it, I got it

They want a fling for the clout

Same one that's counting me out

You bitches just running your mouth

But that ain't what I'm about

I'm running up commas in place

So stomp a bitch out in my J's

They took me out of the streets

But I'm still stuck in my ways

Why would I care what you thots would say?

You hoes look like somebody smashed your face

Still see my face, I ain't got no cake

They show off fake, but it mask the hate

Still stuck on me like some masking tape

I'm fresh to death like I passed away

Can't stop my hustle, don't have no brakes

I'm already winning, don't have to race

Talk tough, but won't do shit

I picked up like, who this?

They talk down, but so what?

I'm bossed up, I'm so lit

I ain't got friends, I got groupies

Around me for clout, you don't fool me

I been with the shit, you a newbie

Out with the old, it's a new me

This feeling on flex, I got it

Six figure checks, I got it

These hoes act so psychotic

Like they don't know I got it

Thirty K cash, I got it

Two hundred on my dash, I got it

The game on smash, I got it

My hoes won't last, I got it

Got it

Got it, I got it

Got it

Got it, I got it

When I get on the road, I need bigger pay

I smell the money from miles away

I don't own wallets, don't need a safe

They know me by first name at BoA

I jump on this beat, and it's DOA

Out of my struggle, I found a way

Lost a few homies along the way

But I never needed 'em anyways

I done lost count of my enemies

Sick and they can't find a remedy

Bitches be fake 'cause they Remy weave

I know they plotting on ending me

Dodging the shit they been sending me, sending me?

Guap is the only thing sent to me

Ten thousand is really a cent to me

Lil' baby keep eyeing, she into me

But I ain't really feeling her energy

Talk tough, but won't do shit

I picked up like, who this?

They talk down but so what?

I'm bossed up, I'm so lit

I ain't got friends, I got groupies

Around me for clout, you don't fool me

I been with the shit, you a newbie

Out with the old, it's a new me

This feeling on flex, I got it

Six figure checks, I got it

These hoes act so psychotic

Like they don't know I got it

Thirty K cash, I got it

Two hundred on my dash, I got it

The game on smash, I got it

My hoes won't last, I got it

Got it

Got it, I got it

Got it

Got it, I got it