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Desiigner

Thank God I Got It

 

Thank God I Got It


Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I'm 'posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I'm 'posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

Thank God I got it, thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, yeah, a nigga ain't plotting
Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
I be getting, not stopping
Young nigga getting money, no option
Red beam hit a nigga in traffic
Oh shit, more shit 'fore I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more shit, I'm pouring more shit
Life is fab, but I'm driven, focused
Niggas talk, but I quick reload shit
Make a million, hit 'em with the "oh shit"
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Pull back with the 4-5th
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the notion
I feel like Gotti
Nigga's touring and them niggas ain't 'bout it
I get money and a nigga no option
Nigga talking and the niggas start mobbing
I feel like Gotti
I be riding with the demons around me
Bugatti to McLaren, 'Rari
Roll fast, mami, just watch me
I feel like Gotti
Hundred Xans, get to lick off her body
Percocets give me sex in the lobby
Hundred trends, yeah the trends, they watching
I feel like Gotti
I can see it, just believe it inside me
I can see it, just believe in and ride me
Hundred trends, see a champion got this

Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I'm 'posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I'm 'posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

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 Ms. Jackson
We riding fast in that Aston
The love life not crashing
Take me to yourself
'fore a minute swear I see heaven
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a G, the chopper keep blasting it
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Dance club keep laughing it
Head right, live fast in here
Everybody start to gold digging
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'm I'm a champion

So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long

Getting 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 talking shit can't make the hit as they go away
I get the flowest
I get the weed and I float away*
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
VVS, all these diamonds
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
VVS, all these diamonds
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
Getting 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 talking 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

done

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