Got It lyrics

[Intro: Fenix Flexin]
FBeat go crazy
Ayy, ayy, n*gga

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I got this one b*tch suckin' like crazy, ayy (FBeat producing all the heat)
I just put her on that blade, told her pay me
Tryna pull up on that b*tch in a Mercedes
Break it for everything, lil' b*tch, I need my payments
b*tch, don't tell me that I'm trippin', I already know
I don't want my baby mama 'cause I want a hoe
I need a b*tch to run it in, go and suck it slow
And speed it up, and roll the wood after a n*gga blow
Late night I'm gonna figure the trap
My b*tch got a trickle, buying pus*y and crack
You ain't doing sh*t, lil' baby, I could put you on a map
With a pair of stripper heels and your hair slicked back, listen
Told the b*tch, "We on a money mission"
She wanna get some dog, I told her, "Pay attention"
You ain't even really get it, how you say you got it?
Lifting up the bae ski mask so we can see you shot

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I got b*tches, I got putas
I got this lil' freaky b*tch, she worked two jobs
When that bag touched down, hallelujah
I'm sliding in that foreign whip with a new ride
I got poles, I got pipes
We lay a n*gga down for a price
I swear these n*ggas only strapped on the mic
Why the f*ck you ain't blow up when you said it's on sight?
[Post-Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I got stomp downs, I got feats
I was checking traps out a b*tch named Denise
Said, "I need 20 bands", she was down for a week
I was buying fist cooling at the trap getting geeked, n*gga

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
"You ain't first then you last", shout out Ricky Bobby
Walking with some bad hoes through the hotel lobby
Running game on a b*tch just like Tamagotchi
At four-fifth got them pus*y, n*ggas pop blockin'
20 bands on his head, I'm going opp shoppin'
Tryna f*ck this n*gga b*tch, but he c*ck blockin'
He a Vans sneaker, I'm a Gucci shoe
I told her, "Baby, go and show me what that coochie do"
Had to throw a rubber I won't catch a coochie flu
Her n*gga blowing up her phone, he a goofy dude
She keep telling that she love me, told her, "Prove it"
Put some money in my head, if not, keep it moving

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I got b*tches, I got putas
I got this lil' freaky b*tch, she worked two jobs
When that bag touched down, hallelujah
I'm sliding in that foreign whip with a new ride
I got poles, I got pipes
We lay a n*gga down for a price
I swear these n*ggas only strapped on the mic
Why the f*ck you ain't blow up when you said it's on sight?
[Post-Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I got stomp downs, I got feats
I was checking traps out a b*tch named Denise
Said, "I need 20 bands", she was down for a week
I was buying fist cooling at the trap getting geeked, n*gga (FBeat go crazy)
FBeat producing all the heat