I Got It lyrics

Feeling on flex I got it (I got it)

Six figure checks I got it (I got it)

This hoes act so psychotic

They didn't know I got it (whats wrong with you?)

They don't got cash, I got it (I got it)

Two hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, b*tch)

The game all smashed, I got it

My hoes won't last, I got it

They wanna hook for the clout (yuh)

Same one that's counting me out (yuh)

You b*tches just running yo mouth

But that ain't what I'm about (yah)

I'm runnin' dem commas in place

Still stop a b*tch runnin' in my Jays

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

So see my face I ain't got no cake

They showing fake, let them mask the hate

They're still stuck on me like some masking tape

I'm fresh like death like I passed away

Kiss up my hustle don't have no breaks

I'm already winnin' don't have to race

Talk tough, but won't do shit

I picked up like who dis?

They talked down, but so what

I'm bossed up, I'm so lit

I ain't got friends, I got groupies

Rob me for play you don't fool me

I been with this shit you a newbie

I'm with the oldest that knew me

Feeling on flex I got it (I got it)

Six figure checks I got it (I got it)

This hoes act so psychotic

They didn't know I got it (whats wrong with you?)

They don't got cash, I got it (I got it)

Two hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, b*tch)

The game all smashed, I got it

My hoes won't last, I got it

Got It (Got it, b*tch)

Got It (Got it, hoe)

I got it

Got it (yuh)

Got it

I got it

When I get on the road I need bigger pay (yuh)

I smell the money from miles away (yuh)

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

They know me by first name my BOA (yuh)

Jump on this speed this DOA

Out of my struggle I found a way

Lost a few homies along the way

But I never needed them anyway

I lost count of my enemies

Sick and they can't find a remedy

B*tches be fake as remeweed

Dodging the shit they sending me (Sendin' me?)

Guap is the only thing send to me

Ten thousand is really a cent to me

Lil Baby keep ironin' shit into me

But I ain't really feelin' her energy

Talk tough, but won't do shit

I picked up like who dis?

They talked down, but so what

I'm bossed up, I'm so lit

I ain't got friends, I got groupies

Rob me for play you don't fool me

I been with this shit you a newbie

I'm with the oldest that knew me

Feeling on flex I got it (I got it)

Six figure checks I got it (I got it)

This hoes act so psychotic

They didn't know I got it (whats wrong with you?)

They don't got cash, I got it (I got it)

Two hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, b*tch)

The game all smashed, I got it

My hoes won't last, I got it

Got It (Got it, b*tch)

Got It (Got it, hoe)

I got it

Got it (yuh)

I got it

I got it