Got What It Takes lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Blowing that dirty, I'm smoking exotic, yeah
n*gga, get ready to catch me a body, ooh, yeah
Pablo Juan, n*gga
CakeBoy Bally (Let’s go)

[Chorus]
Diamonds on my neck, keep my gold different colors
Drippin' on n*ggas, I left a puddle
Rockin' that Gucci, I’m straight out the gutter
Brand new b*tch, I don't love her, I f*cked her
Lot of bad habits, I'm geeked up on codeine
Rich n*gga still in the trap with the dope fiend
Cartier glasses, my verse need a ring
Straight out the trap, went and bought me some bling bling
I knew they was gon' hate
She got an ass, she making it shake
Bad lil' b*tch, I'ma f*ck her in her face
You ain't gettin' money, you ain’t got what it takes
I was riding in the foreign like a race
Eat me a Perc’, I just said my grace
Riding with choppers, I might catch a case
Smoking exotic, I like how it taste

[Verse]
Get money all day, I need a hobby
On codeine, I might catch a body
Five bad b*tches when I'm in the Follies
Four rings on my left hand an Audi
I dropped a four in a twenty, I’m trippin'
Three hoes with me, they all my b*tches
Two guns with me, they Wess' and they Smith-on
One shot to the head, I ain't gon’ miss it
Dolce Gabbana, like model, I'm drippin'
Dior on my whore, she sure ain't no Christian
Jumped out the Rover, I'm Christian
b*tch walked in the party, you know that I'm friskin'
All blue hundreds, I walked in with sixty
Suckin' that di*k and I'm still gon' kiss her
Seen her on the 'Gram, I text her I missed her, yeah
Run up the money, stack up the digits
n*ggas be hatin', they actin' like b*tches
b*tch, you been broke and I ain't gon' fix it
Quit all that talkin' and sit back and listen
Upping my standards, I got more 'pecific
Water on my neck and it look like Pacific
Low numbers on the gas like it was midget
I just be coolin' like I'm in the frigid
[Chorus]
Diamonds on my neck, keep my gold different colors
Drippin' on n*ggas, I left a puddle
Rockin' that Gucci, I'm straight out the gutter
Brand new b*tch, I don't love her, I f*cked her
Lot of bad habits, I'm geeked up on codeine
Rich n*gga still in the trap with the dope fiend
Cartier glasses, my verse need a ring
Straight out the trap, went and bought me some bling bling
I knew they was gon' hate
She got an ass, she making it shake
Bad lil' b*tch, I'ma f*ck her in her face
You ain't gettin' money, you ain't got what it takes
I was riding in the foreign like a race
Eat me a Perc', I just said my grace
Riding with choppers, I might catch a case
Smoking exotic, I like how it taste