作曲 : Semaja Render/Nau'Jour Grainger/Melissa Griffiths/Andrew Ayaz/Elijah Gull
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I got rich off of take carin' the guys (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
He got rich off of tellin' a lie (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
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[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Load up the stick, we gon' hop in the striker
I buckled up, down for the ride (Slatt)
**** it, I'm down for my slime (Slime)
**** up the money, I ****ed up the money, I ****ed it up so many times
I got rich off of take carin' the guys (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
Two-fifty, 500 high block, we livin' ruthless
G6 and molly sand tan gon' leave you toothless (Leave you tooth)
I'm used to this, I know how to use stick, I make her move it
Ain't nothin' to prove to this, ain't on no cool shit, get down with the movement (Uh-huh)
I put her down, then I fix her up (Ooh)
Top speed when I pick her up (Let's go)
New AP touching the sun (AP)
Ten pointer, won't point at my son (Ten pointers)
Trained 'em young how to live without a gun (Trained 'em young)
Stack it up, ran ten K months (Yeah, yeah)
Lil' baby want none of these bums (We players, for real)
Can't go back and forth with a bum (Let's go)
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Load up the stick, we gon' hop in the striker
I buckled up, down for the ride (Yeah)
**** it, I'm down for my slime (Yeah)
If they buck on the lick, then he dyin' (Boom)
I got rich off of take carin' the guys (Yeah)
He got rich off of tellin' a lie (Slatt)
[Verse 2: Toosii & Lil Gotit]
Yeah, he got rich off of tellin' a lie
I got rich off of uppin' the fire (Fire)
Don't wanna die, then he better pick a side (Side)
Better duck when that— get to flyin' (Flyin')
We go bust down APs, Rolex, Cartiers on all of the guys
I bought the Patek Philippe, same day Audemars, I ain't wasting no time
I gotta make sure the whole gang shine
I won't hit it if she ain't a dime
It's a murder if you get out of line
If you play, then somebody gon' die
I thought I told you
That we all gotta eat, so a young nigga hang around vultures
I keep it kosher
But a **** nigga play, then a nigga gettin' put on a poster
Yeah, I'm hot as a toaster (Yeah)
And she ridin' the dick like she ridin' a new rollercoaster
Wait 'til it's over (Yeah)
When I hop on the track, I'ma act like a nigga don't know her (Let's go)
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Load up the stick, we gon' hop in the striker (Woo)
**** it, I'm down for my slime (Yeah)
If they buck on the lick, then he dyin' (Boom)
**** up the money, I ****ed up the money, I ****ed it up so many times (Times)
I got rich off of take carin' the guys (Yeah)
He got rich off of tellin' a lie (Let's go)
Load up the stick, we gon' hop in the striker (Woo)
I buckled up, down for the ride (Yeah)
**** it, I'm down for my slime (Yeah)
If they buck on the lick, then he dyin' (Boom)
**** up the money, I ****ed up the money, I ****ed it up so many times (Times)
I got rich off of take carin' the guys (Yeah)
He got rich off of tellin' a lie (Pussy)
[Outro: Millie Go Lightly]
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