I Got It by Bhad Bhabie
Released : 2017


Feeling on flex I got it (I got it)
Six figure checks I got it (I got it)
This hoes act so psychotic
They didn’t know I got it (whats wrong with you?)
They don’t got cash, I got it (I got it)
Two hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, b****)
The game all smashed, I got it
My hoes won’t last, I got it

They wanna hook for the clout (yuh)
Same one that’s counting me out (yuh)
You b****** just running yo mouth
But that ain’t what I’m about (yah)
I’m runnin’ dem commas in place
Still stop a b**** runnin’ in my Jays
They took me out of the streets
But im still stuck in my ways
Why would I care what you thots would say?
You hoes look like somebody smashed your face
So see my face I ain’t got no cake
They showing fake, let them mask the hate
They’re still stuck on me like some masking tape
I’m fresh like death like I passed away
Kiss up my hustle don’t have no breaks
I’m already winnin’ don’t have to race

Talk tough, but won’t do s***
I picked up like who dis?
They talked down, but so what
I’m bossed up, I’m so lit
I ain’t got friends, I got groupies
Rob me for play you don’t fool me
I been with this s*** you a newbie
I’m with the oldest that knew me

Feeling on flex I got it (I got it)
Six figure checks I got it (I got it)
This hoes act so psychotic
They didn’t know I got it (whats wrong with you?)
They don’t got cash, I got it (I got it)
Two hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, b****)
The game all smashed, I got it
My hoes won’t last, I got it

Got It (Got it, b****)
Got It (Got it, hoe)
I got it
Got it (yuh)
Got it
I got it

When I get on the road I need bigger pay (yuh)
I smell the money from miles away (yuh)
I don’t own wallets don’t need a safe
They know me by first name at BOA (yuh)
Jump on this beat and its DOA
Out of my struggle I found a way
Lost a few homies along the way
But I never needed them anyway
I lost count of my enemies
Sick and they can’t find a remedy
B****** be fake as they renee weave
I know they prying on into me
Dodging the s*** they sending me (Sendin’ me?)
Guap is the only thing send to me
Ten thousand is really a cent to me
Lil Baby keep ironin’ s*** into me
But I ain’t really feelin’ her energy

Talk tough, but won’t do s***
I picked up like who dis?
They talked down, but so what
I’m bossed up, I’m so lit
I ain’t got friends, I got groupies
Rob me for play you don’t fool me
I been with this s*** you a newbie
I’m with the oldest that knew me

Feeling on flex I got it (I got it)
Six figure checks I got it (I got it)
This hoes act so psychotic
They didn’t know I got it (whats wrong with you?)
They don’t got cash, I got it (I got it)
Two hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, b****)
The game all smashed, I got it
My hoes won’t last, I got it

Got it (Got it, b****)
Got it (Got it, hoe)
I got it
Got it (yuh)
Got it
I got it

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