DJ E Feezy, Kevin Gates - Got It lyrics

You nigga have the nerve to tell me
Don't talk to him unless you
Some into this tax bracket
I reach in my pocket i pull out my black card
And i just laughed

Bank roll in my pocket how you
Think that i got it
Everything exotic how you think i got it
The niggers with respect how you
Think that i got it
Got the pussy from your ex how
You think that i got it
How you think that i got it

We flipped the wrist watch the whip
It looks like Elvis Mike
You know how it is i brought
The bitch but all it is
I broke it off in her pelvis call for six
Call this shit male that won't fit in my cell
Call the cannon and get the skeleton
Rock rock rock that chopper sell it
Get out the business got lots of game
Call them for me not telling off the fridge
Pretend they in copa setting
With the tempers plate
When i pay for ten real winner conversation
Case dismissed i killed the bitch
You got that exonerated

Call the practice calling starter Jackets
Come on bitch get out it automatic
Dance with all my tactics
All weight a thousand
Colours that's a miley bucket ain’t
No way around it shorty
Throw it right on my ass break down
That product she found on the glass
Supposed to be fucking her back at the crib
Stucked to a cheque and we done that by hand
Catch if you can what the fuck did you say
Play then you get laid cut in your head
Enough of you bluffing come
Up with the functions
I’m not in the frontin nothing but
Money to part that i
Got won't fit in my wallet and you
Think that i got it what's up only a squash