I Got It Remix by M-Possible Lyrics
[Intro: Walter White Sample]
Who are you talking to right now?
Who is it, you think you see?
Do you know how much I make a year?
I mean even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it
Do you know what would happen if I suddenly decided to stop going into work?
A business, big enough that it could be listed on the Nasdaq goes belly up
Disappears
It ceases to exist without me
No you clearly, don't know who you're talking to
So let me clue you in
[Verse 1:]
Because Schuzzie is a mission
Like an uzi when I'm hitting
All these verses, do it [perfect!]
Make a movie with the vision
And I'm truly independent
Make my smoothie and I sip it
I'ma show you all I got it
If you knew me or you didn't!
Pay attention, bitch!
Said I'ma get it, bitch!
I'ma lick it then I hit it
If you with it, bitch!
Get with a different bitch
Kiss you on the lips again
And I don't rap about this life
Nah I just live it, bitch!
Coming back with the new shit
Mixtape exclusive
Hating with excuses
O-oh my, I'm too sick
I need meds, I need head
I never got that regret
Increase checks, not defects
Bring famous, to me next
To elect, that new guy
I'm so high, I'm too fly
I zoom by, your lame set
My shows like Maroon 5
Need one more night, gotta turn it up
Got one more light, finna burn it up
I'm working bruh, you know that
Your mixtape is so wack
Like damn though, like damn though!
Can't see me, no camo
They taking shots, no ammo
Go harder than you can go
I'm taking shots like a damn marine
They playing me like a tambourine
My main chick be a spanish queen
At least that be like a fantasy
Schuzzie going up I command the fleet
Get ya girl all wet like a manatee
And anybody else who's a fan of me
Stay stunting anywhere that a camera be
Like a canopy, man they sleeping on me
Yeah they sleeping on me
And I got it homie
I'm the one and only, like damn
Cash flow cash flow, yeah I'm getting stacks though
Going so hard, revolute like Castro
Do it to the max hoe, walking out the backdo'
M-P's back and he's coming with the trap flow
Yeah I'm coming with the trap flow
Knock 'em down like a trap do'
Not come down like a trap do'
And I'm getting all the trap dough
Tryna play me like a banjo
And I'm saying I'm the man bro
Ain't trapping out the bando
But I go nuts, hit 'em with the pecan flow
And we eating, like macaroni
Blow me, like a pack of floaties
Catch me in the kitchen, like a motherfucking bag of groceries, like damn!
Then they wonder why I come back inspired
All gassed up tryna match the fire
And I'm always in the cut like a patch of briers
I'ma fact supplier, you fake as ever
I'm cheesin' now, they tryna take the cheddar
I hear the shit and I make it better
That's why you two never stayed together!
[Verse 2: Mindless]
Ya ya
I just need to go flex
Ya ya
Took yo bitch cause she wanted who's next
Ya ya
All I want it's diamonds dancing on my neck
I don't need respect
I just need them checks, get correct
I got it all
I got it all
I got it raw
I got my dro
I just blow
Ya I just blow
I blow my smoke
Like they ain't know
Yeah, they ain't know
We on a roll
We gonna go
We bout to blow
I got it locked down
So put the top down
And bring the shots round
Just don't get shot down
Its what I got now
I get the top sounds
I got some top notch swisher with some top loud
This shit here lit as a muh fucka
I'm on the road to get rich as a muh fucka
Swooped in and took you bitch like muh fucka
It is what it is, I'm a muh fucka
I'm the man
The fuckin' man
Yeah, in the land
Where I reside
I'm way to fly
And you know why
I'm in the sky
I get so high
I feel the vibe
We gonna rise
Or we gon' die
We got it right
Yeah
Got it on the
Got in on the low now
We got it they
We got it they ain't know now
We got it
Who are you talking to right now?
Who is it, you think you see?
Do you know how much I make a year?
I mean even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it
Do you know what would happen if I suddenly decided to stop going into work?
A business, big enough that it could be listed on the Nasdaq goes belly up
Disappears
It ceases to exist without me
No you clearly, don't know who you're talking to
So let me clue you in
[Verse 1:]
Because Schuzzie is a mission
Like an uzi when I'm hitting
All these verses, do it [perfect!]
Make a movie with the vision
And I'm truly independent
Make my smoothie and I sip it
I'ma show you all I got it
If you knew me or you didn't!
Pay attention, bitch!
Said I'ma get it, bitch!
I'ma lick it then I hit it
If you with it, bitch!
Get with a different bitch
Kiss you on the lips again
And I don't rap about this life
Nah I just live it, bitch!
Coming back with the new shit
Mixtape exclusive
Hating with excuses
O-oh my, I'm too sick
I need meds, I need head
I never got that regret
Increase checks, not defects
Bring famous, to me next
To elect, that new guy
I'm so high, I'm too fly
I zoom by, your lame set
My shows like Maroon 5
Need one more night, gotta turn it up
Got one more light, finna burn it up
I'm working bruh, you know that
Your mixtape is so wack
Like damn though, like damn though!
Can't see me, no camo
They taking shots, no ammo
Go harder than you can go
I'm taking shots like a damn marine
They playing me like a tambourine
My main chick be a spanish queen
At least that be like a fantasy
Schuzzie going up I command the fleet
Get ya girl all wet like a manatee
And anybody else who's a fan of me
Stay stunting anywhere that a camera be
Like a canopy, man they sleeping on me
Yeah they sleeping on me
And I got it homie
I'm the one and only, like damn
Cash flow cash flow, yeah I'm getting stacks though
Going so hard, revolute like Castro
Do it to the max hoe, walking out the backdo'
M-P's back and he's coming with the trap flow
Yeah I'm coming with the trap flow
Knock 'em down like a trap do'
Not come down like a trap do'
And I'm getting all the trap dough
Tryna play me like a banjo
And I'm saying I'm the man bro
Ain't trapping out the bando
But I go nuts, hit 'em with the pecan flow
And we eating, like macaroni
Blow me, like a pack of floaties
Catch me in the kitchen, like a motherfucking bag of groceries, like damn!
Then they wonder why I come back inspired
All gassed up tryna match the fire
And I'm always in the cut like a patch of briers
I'ma fact supplier, you fake as ever
I'm cheesin' now, they tryna take the cheddar
I hear the shit and I make it better
That's why you two never stayed together!
[Verse 2: Mindless]
Ya ya
I just need to go flex
Ya ya
Took yo bitch cause she wanted who's next
Ya ya
All I want it's diamonds dancing on my neck
I don't need respect
I just need them checks, get correct
I got it all
I got it all
I got it raw
I got my dro
I just blow
Ya I just blow
I blow my smoke
Like they ain't know
Yeah, they ain't know
We on a roll
We gonna go
We bout to blow
I got it locked down
So put the top down
And bring the shots round
Just don't get shot down
Its what I got now
I get the top sounds
I got some top notch swisher with some top loud
This shit here lit as a muh fucka
I'm on the road to get rich as a muh fucka
Swooped in and took you bitch like muh fucka
It is what it is, I'm a muh fucka
I'm the man
The fuckin' man
Yeah, in the land
Where I reside
I'm way to fly
And you know why
I'm in the sky
I get so high
I feel the vibe
We gonna rise
Or we gon' die
We got it right
Yeah
Got it on the
Got in on the low now
We got it they
We got it they ain't know now
We got it