Got It ft. Coco Milli Lyrics

You got it, Bellez, uh-huh, turn my fuckin' mic up yo,

You got it, ha-ha,

Keep me on my toes and shit, uh, I see you, uh,

Rockin' your little bamboos and the Prada boots and bodysuits

And when we menage it's you who threw the alley-oops

Out the garage, it's probably coupes

His and hers, safe deposit secure, closet with different furs

She's a new millennial, vixen in videos, squeeze cheese from B&Bs in Indio

And she wonder why I buy bags of Christian Dior

Cause she keep it Gucci Mane like Keisha Dior

And that's my lady there, lay her down like baby hair

Yeah, she know the game, my current state of affairs

Yeah, she know novacane

No taste for wack niggas

Know her place and the length it takes to act different

So she accents him, never hoarding the cash

Cause she know to keep them toes off the board of my dash

And you know I like that ass, how you throwing it back

So keep that headboard banging like a gangster with his flag, and uh

Here goes the pillow if you bite

And after we stop, it's wing stop in the middle of the night, you got it

A new bag, a new fad, you got it

Be more than my last to make it last

Oh you got it, yeah, you got it

And you up, cause you bout it, and I ain't nothing like the niggas, you doubted

Cause you got it, yeah, you got it, uh,

Yeah, you got it, yeah, you got it, and

You up, cause you bout it, and I ain't nothing like these bitches, you doubted, uh,

Yeah you got it, yeah, you got it,

I still got love for groupie hoes

Love for bougie hoes

Snoopy and snoozy hoes fall asleep in the studios

Fucking up the vibes

Complaining about your man on how he fucking up your life

Shitting on his name, I'm thinking, what you do to mine

Yes, it's all gimmicks, she telling me I'm different, the best of all niggas

The best is authentic

Tell her less is more with breasts that's augmented

But don't believe the hype, cause your body type, whatever doc you got, got it right

It's bitching, got me itching, like mosquito bites

Pull up in a lamb chop, we on that keto diet

She know how to keep it quiet, quite frankly, keep it tight

I'm a sure bet baby, surely it's nothing that you gamble with

They call me papi, I be popping up with random shit

I'm too nice, ain't gotta guess what you like

They say diamonds are forever and baguettes are for life

Oh you got it, yeah, you got it

And you up, cause you bout it, and I ain't nothing like the niggas, you doubted

Cause you got it, yeah, you got it, uh,

Yeah, you got it, yeah, you got it, and

You up, cause you bout it, and I ain't nothing like these bitches, you doubted, uh,

Yeah you got it, yeah, you got it,

Keep it a hundred, check ultraviolet, lights

Relaxing on the flight, cause you're flown in private

If you ever with police, it's the code of silence

Nice, and if I bring my ice, then you know we shining, right

You got a good bitch, I'll make a nigga rich

You got a, suck on the clit for your stick

You got a, buy me a bag, give me cash

You got a, be more than my last, make it last, nigga

Coco, you know it's fat like lanvins

High in vagina, I be humping in the Hamptons

Netflix and chill was never my thing

I'd rather fuck and buy property and diamond rings

And you got me, a Bugatti, and you know, I'ma get naughty

Diamond anal plug, just for the decor

Extra bitch in the room just to keep your seat warm

Oh you got it, yeah, you got it

And you up, cause you bout it, and I ain't nothing like the niggas, you doubted

Cause you got it, yeah, you got it, uh,

Yeah, you got it, yeah, you got it, and

You up, cause you bout it, and I ain't nothing like these bitches, you doubted, uh,

Yeah you got it, yeah, you got it,

Keep me on my toes and shit, I see you