I Got It Lyrics & Tabs by L'A Capone
I Got It
guitar chords lyrics
I say my niggas know they got it, if I got it
And I dont wanna hit yo loud, blunt I got it
Another day, Another bitch, and she exotic
And we stay peelin' off them rolls, fuck a wallet
They say 600 ain't out here, boy stop it
Run up on me, got that toaster in my pocket
Bitches askin' me for money, I don't got it
He be sneak dissin, we'll catch him in traffic
I pull up on blocks they like that's 600
I slide the door back now everybody runnin'
Now I been seein hella bitches since the money
I guess they like how I done came up from nothin'
See i'm a mouse, yeah I need all the cheddar
He a rat, i'm gone kill em, not gone sweat em
Im with lil d you know he totin' that Beretta
See i'm a mouse, yeah I need all the cheddar
He a rat, i'm gone kill em, not gone sweat em
Im with lil d you know he totin' that Beretta
Cdai with me if you knew better you'd do better
I fucked yo bitch, I had to put her on my schedule
They stay on instagram liking all my pictures
A lotta loud, pourin lean out the pitcher
She text my line like "yo d**** was so delicious"
I say my niggas know they got it, if I got it
And I dont wanna hit yo loud, blunt I got it
Another day, Another bitch, and she exotic
And we stay peelin' off them rolls, fuck a wallet
They say 600 ain't out here, boy stop it
Run up on me, got that toaster in my pocket
Bitches askin' me for money, I don't got it
He be sneak dissin, we'll catch him in traffic
I can't do no video without my niggas
In every video i'm bussin' off them hittas
Banana clips, we some apes, we gorillas
Baby 9 on me, i'm a babysitter
I be movin' real slow, ain't no liquor
Well its liquor but my liquor a lil thicker
And i'm still duckin' dodgin' from the slickers
Ain't no time for the station, can't be miserable
Jumpmans on, had em last week
While you in line, tryna fight for yo feet
Livin' room, cool air, kick feet
You in yo bedroom, tryna fight the heat
I say my niggas know they got it, if I got it
And I dont wanna hit yo loud, blunt I got it
Another day, Another bitch, and she exotic
And we stay peelin' off them rolls, fuck a wallet
They say 600 ain't out here, boy stop it
Run up on me, bet that toaster in my pocket
Bitches askin' me for money, I don't got it
He be sneak dissin, we'll catch him in traffic
