Got It lyrics
by Boobie Lootaveli
[Intro]
Yeah
(Bling!)
Pow pow pow
Yeah I got it
Ayy, ooh, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah I got it
Everything she own, b*tch I bought it
All designer clothes with the hoes, yeah I got it
Driving real fast in that car, supersonic
Y’all cannot compete, Billy flex like I’m Hogan
Yeah I got it
Everything she own, b*tch I bought it
All designer clothes with the hoes, yeah I got it
Driving real fast in that car, supersonic
Y’all cannot compete, Billy flex like I’m Hogan
[Verse: Billy Marchiafava]
Billy got the sauce, got the juice, got the drip
Wh-wh-who the f*ck you know, makin' hits like this
Ru-ru-run up in that party and I run off with your b*tch
Y’-y'-y'all be smoking juuls, billy smokin' on spliff‘s
We got new money, just came through the door
That b*tch she dirty, got coke on her nose
Flexing forever just look at my clothes
I do not work, I’m no regular Joe
This that new sh*t they gon' play in the club
Me and team we be catchin' them dubs
Flex on unlimited, b*tch you a scrub
Never stop workin' I’m up till the sun
I got the money so I had to make it flip
You talkin' funny we gon' bust up yo lip
I’m makin' memes while I’m f*cking yo b*tch
Talk is cheap, you ain’t gonna do sh*t
[Chorus]
Yeah I got it
Everything she own, b*tch I bought it
All designer clothes with the hoes, yeah I got it
Driving real fast in that car, supersonic
Y’all cannot compete, Billy flex like I’m Hogan
[Verse: Boobie Lootaveli]
If you not the hitta' you da motherf*ckin' lick
Katie hit you somewhere by your lip, make you do a flip
Pull when the dust clear, yo b*tch look like "Who is this?"
Got the metal by my hip
Like a Beyblade let it rip
In this b*tch we making bands, hoe
You don't make no sense
How you always rap cappin', but don’t ever make no hits
With a ratchet thick b*tch, she gon' f*ck me with her tits
You’d be lying if you said that you know what the f*ck it is
All these plays in motion, time to step up out the water mane
Burnin' through this paper like it's motherf*ckin' water gate
Pull up with them Call of Duty guns, you know it's not a game
All my 'migos let them singo when it's time to andele