I Got It

Lyrics by：Rights Reserved

Composed by：Rights Reserved

It's really no flex I got it I got it

Six figure checks I got it I got it

These hoes act so psychotic

Like they don't know I got it

What's wrong with you

50k cash I got it I got it

Two-hundred on my dash I got it

I got it b***h

The game on smash I got it

My hoes won't last like I did

Got it got it b***h

Got it I got it h*e

Got it yuh

Got it

I got it

They wanna flex for the clout yuh

Same one that's counting me out yuh

You b***hes just running yo' mouth

But that ain't what I'm about yah

I'm running up commas in place

Still stomp a b***h 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 showing fake let them 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

Race

Talk tough but won't do s**t

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've been with this s**t you a newbie

Out with the old it's a new me

It's really no flex I got it

I got it

Six figure checks I got it

I got it

These hoes act so psychotic

Like they don't know I got it

What's wrong with you

50k cash I got it I got it

Two-hundred on my dash I got it

I got it b***h

The game on smash I got it

My hoes won't last like I did

Got it got it b***h

Got it I got it h*e

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 at boa yuh

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 them anyways

I done lost count of my enemies

Sick and they can't find a remedy

B***hes be fake as they remy weave

I know they ploting on ending me

Dodging the s**t they've been sending me

Sending me

Guap is the only thing sent to me

Ten-thousand is really a cent to me

Lil' baby keep eyin' she into me

But I ain't really feeling her energy

Talk tough but won't do s**t

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've been with this s**t you a newbie

Out with the old it's a new me

It's really no flex I got it

I got it

Six figure checks I got it

I got it

These hoes act so psychotic

Like they don't know I got it

What's wrong with you

50k cash I got it I got it

Two-hundred on my dash I got it

I got it

The game on smash I got it

My hoes won't last like I did

Got it got it b***h

Got it I got it

Got it yuh

Yuh

Got it

I got it got it got it