I Got It - 2 Chainz feat Trey Songz

Yeah!
Ugh!
2 Chainz!

[Chorus:]
These n_ggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got em'
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air
These n_ggas ain't got no bread
Get, 'em, got 'em!

Ok, now
The only way to come up is to stay down, A town
The world is my playground, yo girl wanna play round
Knock that p off, now yo girl wanna lay round!
Hair weave killa, mix it with a Trey hook
Get head while I'm readin call that sh_t facebook!
I do it for the paper like a prostitute
And hot pursuit, sometimes I feel I'm vodka proof.
Yeah, I got them chickens, n_gga kaka-doodle-do!
I got the flu, I need lobster noodle soup!
I know you probably heard this 100 times
I got weight, I'm tryna lose 100 pounds!

[Chorus:]
These n_ggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got it
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air
These n_ggas ain't got no bread
Nah, I got it
They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere,
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah, I got it, I got it!

If you don't know, this what swag is
So much swag, swag could be my ad lib
I do it for the real, so they rock with me
I'm in the drop, I should've brought the top with me!
I gotta go to court, I keep killin stages
Subpoena the promoter, cause he instigating
I started from the bottom of the destination
Now I'm headed to the top,
Call it elevation!
The only n_gga in first class
Still got last night on my mustache
Hit em' with da louie belt and louie on my foot
Trigga hit em' with the hook!

[Chorus:]
These n_ggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got it
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air
These n_ggas ain't got no bread
Nah, I got it
They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere,
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah, I got it!
Yeah, I got it!

Yeah n_gga I got it
10 racks on me, I don't need no wallet
I'ma throw it all, don't need no pockets
Got my loose change, puttin hoes through college.
She just gave me brain, but I like to call it knowledge
N_ggas think they dough, but I like to call 'em garbage!
He was talking tough said his pistol he gonna pop it
Why you mad at me cause yo b_tch all up on my d_ck.

Hey, they want some show up?
Coco Loso pour up
Like I ate some bad pizza
And I'm about to throw some dough up!
Your tities did some grow ups
Hey tity boi you kno what?
Now you bout to blow up
N_gga you bout to blow up!

[Chorus:]
These n_ggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got it
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air
These n_ggas ain't got no bread
Nah, I got it
They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere,
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah, I got it!
Yeah, I got it!

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