Yeen Got It lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeen e'en-
Yeen e’en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e’en got it

[Verse 1]
Countin' up my profit
I'm flexin' when I'm in Austin
When I'm in Houston, I'm balling like Harden
These n*ggas mad I'm gettin’ money too often

[Verse 2]
Yeah, my diamonds wet, them sh*ts be glistening
And they sh*t talkin’, but I don't be listenin’, no
Oh, they keep poppin', I'ma just keep dribbling
She popped them racks, I support her adrenaline
sh*t ain't sweet, lil’ n*gga, this ain't cinnamon
Get the f*ck 'way from me, b*tch, I'm so dizzy, yeah

[Verse 3]
n*ggas be copies, they be cloning
In my own world, I be zonin'
I'ma flex hard, like Hulk Hogan
You n*ggas fake, stop posin'
She say "f*ck it," pop the whole Xan'
I'm the type of n*gga, bring the hoes in
They like "Riven, how the f*ck you get this bread?
"I'm like "I don't know, I just get this dough in!"
I'ma get this racecar going
I'ma get this racecar going
[Verse 4]
I keep a big bankroll on me and n*gga, I put that sh*t on me
I get this money with ease
If it's 'bout money, n*gga, wassup, I'm ready
So I keep my head real steady
Coming up lit to the scene, confetti
Choppa 'gon chop a n*gga up like a machete
Choppa 'gon chop a n*gga, I feel like I'm Freddy
I get to the green 'cause I care about my veggies
Stop fake flexin', that sh*t unhealthy
Motherf*cker, I get the sh*t until I'm wealthy
Who on my level, man, there is not many

[Chorus]
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it