I Got It (Feat. Trey Songz)

Nice
Yeah
Ugh
It's Trigga nigga

These niggas ain't got no bread (2 Chainz)
Nah, nah, I got 'em
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
VIP up on the chair, yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up in the air
These niggas ain't got no bread

Get, 'em (get 'em), got 'em (got 'em), okay now
The only way to come up is to stay down, A town
The world is my playground, yo' girl wanna play round
Knock that P off, now yo' girl wanna lay round
Hair weave killa, mix it with a Trey hook
Get head while I'm readin', call that shit Facebook

I do it for the paper like a prostitute
And hot pursuit, sometimes I feel I'm vodka proof
Yeah, I got them chickens, nigga cock-a-doodle-do
I got the flu, I need lobster noodle soup
I know you probably heard this a hundred times
I got weight, I'm tryna lose a hundred pounds

These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got it
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
VIP up on the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up in the air

These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, I got it
They hatin', but I don't care, yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah, I got it
Yeah, I got it

If you don't know, this what swag is
So much swag, swag could be my ad lib
I do it for the real, so they rock with me
I'm in the drop, I should've brought the top with me

I gotta go to court, I keep killin' stages
Subpoena the promoter, 'cause he instigating
I started from the bottom of the destination
Now I'm headed to the top
Call it elevation

The only nigga in first class
Still got last night on my mustache
Hit 'em with the Louie belt and Louie on my foot
Trigga hit 'em with the hook

These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got it
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
VIP up on the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up in the air

These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, I got it
They hatin', but I don't care, yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah, I got it
Yeah, I got it

Yeah, nigga I got it
Ten racks on me, I don't need no wallet
I'ma throw it all, don't need no pockets
Got my loose change, puttin' hoes through college

She just gave me brain, but I like to call it knowledge
Niggas think they dough, but I like to call 'em garbage
He was talking tough, said his pistol he gon' pop it
Why you mad at me 'cause yo' bitch all up on my dick?

Hey, they want some show up?
Coco Lo, so pour up
Like I ate some bad pizza
And I'm about to throw some dough up
Your titties did some grow ups
Hey titty boy, you know what?
Now you 'bout to blow up
Nigga you 'bout to blow up

These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got it
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
VIP up on the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up in the air

These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, I got it
They hatin', but I don't care, yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah, I got it
Yeah, I got it