文本歌词

I Got It - Lisa Pearson
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