I Got It - Bhad Bhabie

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, bitch)

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 bitches just running yo mouth

But that ain't what I'm about (yah)

I'm runnin' dem commas in place

Still stop a bitch 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 shit

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 shit 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, bitch)

The game all smashed, I got it

My hoes won't last, I got it

Got It (Got it, bitch)

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

Bitches be fake as they renee weave

I know they prying on into me

Dodging the shit 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' shit into me

But I ain't really feelin' her energy

Talk tough, but won't do shit

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 shit 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, bitch)

The game all smashed, I got it

My hoes won't last, I got it

Got it (Got it, bitch)

Got it (Got it, hoe)

I got it

Got it (yuh)

Got it

I got it