Lyrics I Got It - FOXX
Yeah,
c'mon
That
nigga
Foxx,
Foxx-a-million
Whatever
y'all
wanna
call
me,
ya
heard
me?
Yeah,
y'all
niggas
know
I
got
it
mane
Y'all
know
I
got
it!
I
got
it
(yeah)
You
want
it,
come
get
it
(yeah)
I
got
it
(yeah)
You
want
it,
come
get
it
(yeah)
I
got
pills
for
rollas,
I
got
dozia
for
smokas
N'
it's
high
for
you
niggas
that
got
cake
like
oprah
If
you
want
I'm
on
it,
I
don't
front
it
or
loan
it
If
you
need
some
major
work,
then
you
just
meet
me
at
Shonie's
You
just
bring
all
my
cheese
n'
I
don't
mean
macaroni
N'
I
keep
them
ounces
real
nice
n'
Fat
like
Tony
I
get
jiggles
for
cheapa,
I
don't
care
'bout
the
people
Gimme
twenty
minutes,
when
I
get
'em,
then
I'ma
reach
ya
Al
Capone
was
my
teacha,
got
my
hustle
from
Scarface
At
five
seventy
five
a
pill,
nigga
you
oughta
make
A
whole
lotta
cake,
you
don't
believe
me,
then
calculate
I
got
them
hoes
puttin'
it
n'
they
cat
when
they
masturbate
I
got
them
powder
packs
for
ya
too
at
a
cheap
rate
Ya
find
'em
out
chea
cheapa,
I'll
price
match,
OK?
You
slippin',
I'm
packin'
up,
you
plannin'
on
jackin'
us
I
gotta
choppa
thatta
have
yo
bitch
ass
backin'
up
I
got
it
(yeah)
You
want
it,
come
get
it
(yeah)
I
got
it
(yeah)
You
want
it,
come
get
it
(yeah)
I
got
it
(yeah)
You
want
it,
come
get
it
(yeah)
I
got
it
(yeah)
You
want
it,
come
get
it
(yeah)
I
got
dunnas
for
junkies,
I
got
acid
for
honkies
I
got
indo'
for
niggas
n'
got
bananas
for
monkeys
I'm
a
hustla
baby,
got
connects
wit
the
Haitians
If
you
want
it,
come
get
it
n'
don't
be
tryin'
my
paitience
I
got
chickens
or
mickeys,
now
them
niggas
be
bitchin'
Cause
I
got
the
cheapest
prices
n'
the
BR
city
All
you
need
is
nine
pills,
it's
gon'
run
ya
'bout
sixty
Last
nigga
tried
to
play
me
caught
a
hollow
tip
quickie
I
got
wholes
for
the
prices
of
halfs
N'
my
wholes
look
like
I
done
stuffed
the
whole,
damn
ziploc
bag
They
pull
ya
ova
wit
my
dime,
they
gon'
think
ya
distributin'
Niggas
swear
they
on
the
grind,
who
the
fuck
you
think
you
foolin'
Bricks
comin'
from
Dallas,
that
purple
comin'
from
Cali
Pills
comin'
from
Gramblin',
the
pickup
spot
in
Port
Allen
It's
a
drought,
then
I'm
fuckin'
up,
I
ain't
new,
I
know
what
is
what
N'
that
scale
don't
lie,
so
I
don't
neva
be
fuckin'
up
I
got
it
(yeah)
You
want
it,
come
get
it
(yeah)
I
got
it
(yeah)
You
want
it,
come
get
it
(yeah)
I
got
it
(yeah)
You
want
it,
come
get
it
(yeah)
I
got
it
(yeah)
You
want
it,
come
get
it
(yeah)
I
don't
talk
ova
the
phone
cause
them
people
be
all
ears
They
quick
to
tap
ya
phone
when
they
know
you
a
ball'ear
N'
I
ain't
neva
have
that
fuckin'
thang
that
they
call
fear
Whateva
you
need,
just
come
n'
get
it,
it's
all
here
I
told
ya
I'ma
hustla,
pimp
juice,
I
don't
wear
a
pimp
suit
N'
ain't
the
type
to
ride
n'
a
Lex'
coupe
But
everybody
know
what
I'm
really
'bout
I
stay
wit
a
semi
out,
n'
run
my
business
throughout
a
click
house
I
keep
my
pounds
off
in
the
attic,
got
cocaine
in
the
city
N'
keep
my
rocks
stuffed
off
in
the
mattress
The
way
I
push,
ya
oughta
call
me
Beatrice
I
don't
take
no
shit
from
no
crackhead
about
my
cabbage
Come
up
short
n'
I'll
let
a
bitch
have
it
Anybody,
bitch
or
nigga,
you
can
get
it,
head-bussa
or
faggot
Street
gossip
nigga
The
streets
will
talk
nigga
N
y'all
niggas
know
I
got
it
Why
don't
y'all
come
get
it
then!?
I
know
y'all
want
it
Come
get
it
then!
Nigga,
I'm
all
out
in
public
wit
it,
cha
heard
me?
I
got
it
(yeah)
You
want
it,
come
get
it
(yeah)
I
got
it
(yeah)
You
want
it,
come
get
it
(yeah)
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