I Got It Remix - Dave East, Neef Buck

Own the whip;

I got it

New bitch;

I got it

New money;

I got it

My jewels lit;

I got it

New condo;

I got it

Send more bottles;

I got it

The tab come;

I got it

Need more ones;

I got it

Now fuck it up (8x)

Nigga I ain’t scared, bitch I ain’t scared

Nigga, I ain’t scared, bitch, I ain’t scared

Where we at?

Posted up where you serve at

They said East wasn’t getting to it, I’m like

«where the fuck niggas heard that?»

smell regular up in the air

I’m like «where the fuck niggas burn that?»

Front the pack, take the work back, for a couple racks

Take a dirt nap

Fiends probably still think about me, all the traps that I worked at

All the traps that I worked out, backwood lit when I merc out

Delhi, Dauphin Street, young wild niggas do one thing

Fuck bitches, trap all day, hit KOP, do one thing

Hard white or soft white, no R&B but this Gun sing

On the block with the slip on, Margielas on, I don’t want strings

Ski mask and my Balmains, we smoke sour like Newports

Since 96', I’ve been a flight risk, ask my lawyer, I don’t do court

I’m a tall nigga with a thick bitch

And a big whip, knockin' too short

Niggas envy me in the new drop

Call it Kennedy;

I took the roof off

(?) know I’m burned out, I’m bipolar, my mind gone

Rolex that’s presidential, these hard bottoms, they Tom Ford

I ain’t entertaining you clowns, I ain’t part of no circus

I got lawyer money but ask yourself is it worth it

Know they want me to son em, I ain’t even a father

Just accepting my blessings and tryna get to a dollar

Red and green on the kicks, match the snake on my collar

If it ain’t beneficial then I don’t wanna be bothered

If they charge for attention, you niggas wouldn’t be mentioned

Been getting money so long, like I’m collecting a pension

And I’m matching the gas, I’m disrespecting the engine

All they be with is niggas like «where the fuck is their women?!»

Can’t please everybody so I’m just pleasing myself

Took a risk with my chips, I ain’t wait for the help!

Block bumping with no order, WD, I got water

Cigerette dipped in Pistol grip and Trash bag king

Gotta handle my business

Young boys wildin', nothing but violence

Number one code;

better keep your silence

Bomb juice and a good number

Streets know this my summer!