文本歌词

I Got It - Trey Songz/J Hard/Dolla Boy
Yeah
Ugh
2 Chainz
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah nah I got em'
They know I'm a flirt yeah yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah yeah I got it
Got liquor everywhere blowin' smoke up da air
These niggas ain't got no bread
Get 'em got 'em
Ok now
The only way to come up is to stay down A town
The world is my playground yo girl wanna play round
Knock that p off now yo girl wanna lay round
Hair weave killa mix it with a Trey hook
Get head while I'm readin call that sh*t facebook
I do it for the paper like a prostitute
And hot pursuit sometimes I feel I'm vodka proof
Yeah I got them chickens ni**a kaka-doodle-do
I got the flu I need lobster noodle soup
I know you probably heard this 100 times
I got weight I'm tryna lose 100 pounds
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah nah I got it
They know I'm a flirt yeah yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah yeah I got it
Got liquor everywhere blowin' smoke up da air
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah I got it
They hatin but I don't care yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah I got it I got it
If you don't know this what swag is
So much swag swag could be my ad lib
I do it for the real so they rock with me
I'm in the drop I should've brought the top with me
I gotta go to court I keep killin stages
Subpoena the promoter cause he instigating
I started from the bottom of the destination
Now I'm headed to the top
Call it elevation
The only ni**a in first class
Still got last night on my mustache
Hit em' with da louie belt and louie on my foot
Trigga hit em' with the hook
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah nah I got it
They know I'm a flirt yeah yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah yeah I got it
Got liquor everywhere blowin' smoke up da air
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah I got it
They hatin but I don't care yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah I got it
Yeah I got it
Yeah ni**a I got it
10 racks on me I don't need no wallet
I'ma throw it all don't need no pockets
Got my loose change puttin hoes through college
She just gave me brain but I like to call it knowledge
Niggas think they dough but I like to call 'em garbage
He was talking tough said his pistol he gonna pop it
Why you mad at me cause yo b**ch all up on my dick
Hey they want some show up
Coco Loso pour up
Like I ate some bad pizza
And I'm about to throw some dough up
Your tities did some grow ups
Hey tity boi you kno what
Now you bout to blow up
Ni**a you bout to blow up
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah nah I got it
They know I'm a flirt yeah yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah yeah I got it
Got liquor everywhere blowin' smoke up da air
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah I got it
They hatin but I don't care yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah I got it
Yeah I got it