I Got It Lyrics

[Talking:]
Yeah, c'mon
That nigga Foxx, Foxx-a-million,
Whatever y'all wanna call me, ya heard me?
Yeah, y'all niggas know I got it mane
Y'all KNOW I got it!

[Chorus:]
I got it (yeah)
You want it, come get it (yeah)
I got it (yeah)
You want it, come get it (yeah)

[Verse 1:]
I got pills for rollas, I got dozia for smokas
N' it's high for you niggas that got cake like oprah
If you want I'm on it, I don't front it or loan it
If you need some major work, then you just meet me at Shonie's
You just bring all my cheese n' I don't mean macaroni
N' I keep them ounces real nice n' Fat like Tony
I get jiggles for cheapa, I don't care 'bout the people
Gimme twenty minutes, when I get 'em, then I'm a reach ya
Al Capone was my teacha, got my hustle from Scarface
At five seventy five a pill, nigga you oughta make,
A whole lotta cake, you don't believe me, then calculate
I got them hoes puttin' it n' they cat when they masturbate
I got them powder packs for ya too at a cheap rate
Ya find 'em out chea cheapa, I'll price match, OK?
You slippin', I'm packin' up, you plannin' on jackin' us
I gotta choppa thatta have yo bitch ass backin' up

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
I got dunnas for junkies, I got acid for honkies
I got indo' for niggas n' got bananas for monkeys
I'm a hustla baby, got connects with the Haitians
If you want it, come get it n' don't be tryin' my paitience
I got chickens or mickeys, now them niggas be bitchin'
Cause I got the cheapest prices n' the BR city
All you need is nine pills, it's gon' run ya 'bout sixty Last nigga tried to play me caught a hollow tip quickie
I got wholes for the prices of halfs,
N' my wholes look like I done stuffed the whole, damn ziploc bag
They pull ya ova with my dime, they gon' think ya distributin'
Niggas swear they on the grind, who the f*ck you think you foolin'
Bricks comin' from Dallas, that purple comin' from Cali
Pills comin' from Gramblin', the pickup spot in Port Allen
It's a drought, then I'm f*ckin' up, I ain't new, I know what is what
N' that scale don't lie, so I don't neva be f*ckin' up

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
I don't talk ova the phone cause them people be all ears
They quick to tap ya phone when they know you a ball'ear
N' I ain't neva have that f*ckin' thang that they call fear
Whateva you need, just come n' get it, it's all here
I told ya I'm a hustla, pimp juice, I don't wear a pimp suit
N' ain't the type to ride n' a Lex' coupe
But everybody know what I'm really 'bout
I stay with a semi out, n' run my business throughout a click house
I keep my pounds off in the attic, got cocaine in the city,
N' keep my rocks stuffed off in the mattress
The way I push, ya oughta call me Beatrice
I don't take no shit from no crackhead about my cabbage
Come up short n' I'll let a bitch have it
Anybody, bitch or nigga, you can get it, head-bussa or faggot

[Talking:]
Street gossip nigga
The streets will talk nigga
N y'all niggas know I got it
Why don't y'all come get it then!?
I know y'all want it
Come get it then!
Nigga, I'm all out in public with it, cha heard me?

[Chorus]

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