Send “You Got It” Ringtone to your Cell
(Verse)
Hey, you can pretend I'm Jay-Z, or Fabulous, or whateva rapper you dream about
Cuz any that won't matter when yo legs is up and you screamin' out
I party like my whole team is out, the type of nigga you read about
But truthfully, I probly won't judge you, in the a.m. your weeve's out
I'm like a good thing with a bad bitch and a whole lotta that sticky
With her own crib and her own whip and a super booty like Nicki
Smokin' Juicy J. and get trippy, when you're ready for it, come get me
She hit me up in it then fucked in it, I'm the man
It just hit me, the way you do what you do got me lookin' for an excuse
Both loose off of this booze, you make a brother stop and introduce
Make a small partner off that deuce, puttin' out work to pay my dues
She don't let no rap niggas get inside, but I found a way like Bruce
Gimme that batman, blackman, search the pussy, I CT scan
Have her single like the Gat Band, ass so fat, I need a lap dance
Can't hide it in track pants, can't hide it in broad shorts
Started standin' on her own two, but she in the night on all fours
Sayn
(Hook)
You you you, you got it
I say you you you, you got it
Take a hit off of this chronic
Got me reachin' for my pockets
I say you you you, you got it
I say you you you, you got it
I say you you you, you got it
I say you you you, you got it
Take a hit off of this chronic
Got me reachin' for my pockets
(Verse 2)
And you can pretend I'm 50 Cent, or Rick Ross or whateva rapper that come to mind
As long as when it's all said and done, you tell yo friends that it's ?
Proud to see we don't wait in line, pardon me if yo lady fine
But if you're slippin' on that pimpin' and poof, yo lady mine
I don't rock the boat without rock the throat
Hiss on me, that rock n' roll
Bang like she workin' 9 to 5
But that ass shake like she on the pole
Brain like she make honor roll
Every year top class
Up and action, long type of biz
More ? grady get big cash
Booty give a nigga whiplash
Car crash on sight
And I just wanna see you win baby
Go hard all night
Drive a Benz that's all white
Shoe bottoms, they all red
Safe to say that she killin' hoes
Closed casket, all dead
I go pound for pound and for pound the round
For a pound of kush fpr my team
Did her up first, I'mma fuck first
She already know the routine
Come back for her after ?
I'm sweatin', workin' off steam
And she stays about that green
In the thong and in them jeans
I'm sayn that
(Hook)
You you you, you got it
I say you you you, you got it
Take a hit off of this chronic
Got me reachin' for my pockets
I say you you you, you got it
I say you you you, you got it
I say you you you, you got it
I say you you you, you got it
Take a hit off of this chronic
Got me reachin' for my pockets
Send “You Got It” Ringtone to your Cell