Текст песни I Got That - Kordas

And I'm posted with the shits, with a goldie on my wrist
All my homies get to bangin' leave you hangin' what you thinkin'?
Issa rarri, isso hot, I be everything you're not
I be countin' on my blessings like I flex on what I got (flexin)
A thousand degrees, that's what she burning while burning my trees
Coco and butter, oh and she sneeze, counting her blessings
While down on her knees (but that's what she wanted)
I ain't gonna lie, I don't really care if you want me to die
I am invincible, ain't gonna die, from all of the things I already tried

All my homies gotta keep it straight, we gon' run a come up, then we run it back
While the ladies make your bands drop, we just countin' money put it in a stack
My bitches only in high heels, exotics driving on back wheels
I'm okay with that nice shit, but it's cold cash that she feels
I got that, I got that dope - 'cause I got that swag on my soul
Got myself locked on her phone - 'cause I got that swag on my soul
I got that, I got that dope - 'cause I got that swag on my soul
Got myself locked on her phone - 'cause I got that swag on my soul
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I got that, I got that dope - 'cause I got that swag on my soul
Got myself locked on her phone - 'cause I got that swag on my soul