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(Thank God I got it...) Thank God I got it Thank God I get how I go Thank God I got it Thank God they got it Thank God I give her her hopes too Thank God I got it Thank God I got it Thank God I give her her hopes too Thank God I got it Thank God I got it Thank God I give her her ho-ope Thank God I got it, thank God yeah nigga I got it Thank God yeah a nigga ain't plottin' And Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli I be gettin' it not stoppin' Young nigga getting money, no option Grab me and hit a nigga a choppin' Ocean, more shit 'for I pour my ghost shit Oh shit, more champagne I'm pourin' more shit Life is fab when I'm driven focus Niggas talk but I creep the low shit Bag a million hit 'em with the oh shit Hit him with the oh o-shit Pull back with the fo-fifth Letras de cancionesForfeit make a nigga fo-quit Everybody come up in the know shit I feel I got it, nigga's tourin' and the niggas, they 'bout it' I get money and a nigga no option Nigga tourin' and the niggas start mobbin' I feel I got it, I be riding in the Benz with the Robbie Bugatti to McLaren, 'Rari [?] I feel I got it, hundred Xans get the lick over bottle Percosets give me sex and the logic Hundred trans and the trans the watching I feel I got it, I can see just believe it inside me I can see disbelief in Rodney Hundred [?] Thank God I got it Thank God I got it Thank God I get how I go Thank God I got it Thank God they got it Thank God I give her her hopes too Thank God I got it Thank God I got it Thank God I give her her hopes too Thank God I got it Thank God I got it Thank God I give her her ho-ope Yeah I get it I don't know about wifey Bad bitch right beside me I get high when I'm writing We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving When she wrong Imma right it I beat it up like I'm Tyson I beat it up like I'm Michael I wanna make a Miss Jackson We riding fast in that Aston The love life not crashin' Take me to yourself 'fore a minute swear I see heaven You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a chopper keep blasting it Chop booty, keep dancing it Dance club keep laughing it Head right, live fast in here Everybody start to gold diggin' Ball hard, I'm a champion Ball hard til the damage done Live life 'til the day is done Ball hard with my number one Yeah yeah... Champion I am a champion Gettin' top Kawasaki Oh yeah call me papi Hell they can't stop me, no way I get the money, get it then I flip it now the City know it Everybody talkin' shit can't make the hits go away I get the flowest I get beating a flow to it I get that real shit, real shit Talking like oh yea I get that dope cat, dope cats Talking like old way Remember them old ways Lock out that door-way 'member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way Rain dance, rain dancing Rich boy, play dazing I can be raw let you ride here Baby I'm slowly dying Keeping your thoughts inside me Keeping your thoughts inside me Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private Keeping your thoughts beside me Keeping your thoughts behind me Yeah we ball, we riding Baby, I'm slowly dying Keeping your thoughts inside me Keeping your thoughts inside me Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private Keeping your thoughts inside me Keeping your thoughts behind me Yeah, remember them old ways Lock out that door-way Gettin' top Kawasaki Oh yeah call me papi Hell yea can't stop me I get the money, get it then I flip it now the City know it Everybody talkin' shit can't make the hits go away I get the flowest I get beating a flow I get that real shit, real shit Talking like oh yea I get that dope cat, dope cats Talking like old way Remember them old ways Lock out that door-way From Letras Mania