Lyrics I Got It - 2 Chainz, Trey Songz

I Got It

You niggers ain’t got no Uh, uh, I got 'em\nThey know I’m a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it Got liquor everywhere\nYou niggers ain’t got no Get, 'em, get 'em, got 'em!\nOk, now\nThe only way you come up is to stay down, a town\nThe world is my playground, your world wanna play round\nKnock that your girl wanna lay round!\nHell, we kill it, mix it with a too\nGet call that shit facebook!\nI do it for the paper like a prostitute\nAnd I pursuit, sometimes I feel I’m vodka proof.\nYeah, I got 'em chickens, nigger\nI got the flu, I need\nI know you probably heard, bitch this all the times\nI got way, I’m trying to lose a hundred pounds!\nYou niggers ain’t got no Uh, uh, I got 'em\nThey know I’m a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it Got liquor everywhere,\nBlowing smoke up in the air\nYou niggers ain’t got no Uh, I got it They hate me, but I’m good, uh I got it See your girl over there\nWishing she was over there\nGot liquor everywhere,\nBlowing smoke up in the air\nYeah, I got it!\nIf you don’t know, this was swag deal\nSo much swag, swag could be my\nI do it for the real, so they rock with me\nI’m in the drop, I should have brought the time with me!\nI gotta go to court, I keep\nSo the promoter, cause he’s instigating\nStarted from the bottom, mother, that’s the nation\nNow I’m heading to the top,\nCall it elevation!\nThe only nigger in first class\nStill I got last night on my moustache\nlouis belt and louis on my foot\nTrigger here with the hood!\nYou niggers ain’t got no Uh, uh, I got 'em\nThey know I’m a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it Got liquor everywhere,\nBlowing smoke up in the air\nYou niggers ain’t got no Uh, I got it They hate me, but I’m good, uh I got it See your girl over there\nWishing she was over there\nGot liquor everywhere,\nBlowing smoke up in the air\nYeah, I got it!\nYeah nigger I got it Same racks on me, I don’t need no wallet\nI’m a do it all, don’t need no pockets\nGot my lose change, putting whores through college.\nShe just get me brain, but I like to call it knowledge\nNiggers their dough, but I like to call 'em garbage!\nHe was talking said his pistol he gonna pop it Why you’re mad at me cause you’re bitch all up on my dick.\nHey, want some show?\nand I’m about to throw some dough!\nYour tities have done some grow ups\nHey tity boi you’re about to blow up Nigger you’re about to blow up!\nYou niggers ain’t got no Uh, uh, I got 'em\nThey know I’m a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it Got liquor everywhere,\nBlowing smoke up in the air\nYou niggers ain’t got no Uh, I got it They hate me, but I’m good, uh I got it See your girl over there\nWishing she was over there\nGot liquor everywhere,\nBlowing smoke up in the air\nYeah, I got it!