Verse
Am Dm
Thank God I got it, thank God yeah nigga I got it
Am Dm
Thank God yeah a nigga ain't plottin'
Am Dm Em
And Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
Am Dm
I be gettin' it not stoppin'
Am Dm
Young nigga getting money, no option
Am Dm Em
Grab me and hit a nigga a choppin'
Am Dm
Ocean, more shit 'for I pour my ghost shit
Am Dm
Oh shit, more champagne I'm pourin' more shit
Am Dm
Life is fab when I'm driven focus
Am Dm
Niggas talk but I creep the low shit
Am Dm
Bag a million hit 'em with the oh shit
Am
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Dm
Pull back with the fo-fifth
Am
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
Em
Everybody come up in the know shit
Am Dm Am Dm
I feel I got it, nigga's tourin' and the niggas, they 'bout it'
Am Dm
I get money and a nigga no option
Am Dm
Nigga tourin' and the niggas start mobbin'
Am Dm Am Dm
I feel I got it, I be riding in the Benz with the Robbie
Am Dm
Bugatti to McLaren, 'Rari [?]
Am Dm Em
I feel I got it, hundred Xans get the lick over bottle
Am Dm
Percocets give me sex and the logic
Am Dm
Hundred trans and the trans the watching
Am Dm Am Dm
I feel I got it, I can see just believe it inside me
Am Dm
I can see disbelief in Rodney
Am Dm Em
Hundred [?]
[Chorus 1]
Am Dm
Thank God I got it
Am Dm
Thank God I got it
Am Dm Em
Thank God I get how I go
Am Dm
Thank God I got it
Am Dm
Thank God they got it
Am Dm Em
Thank God I give her her hopes too
Am Dm
Thank God I got it
Am Dm
Thank God I got it
Am Dm Em
Thank God I give her her hopes too
Am Dm
Thank God I got it
Am Dm
Thank God I got it
Am Dm Em
Thank God I give her her ho-ope
[Verse 2]
Am
Yeah, I get it
C
I don't know about wifey
Dm
Bad bitch right beside me
Em
I get high when I'm writing
Am C
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
Dm
When she wrong Imma right it
Em
I beat it up like I'm Tyson
Am
I beat it up like I'm Michael
C
I wanna make a Ms. Jackson
Dm
We riding fast in that Aston
Em
The love life not crashin'
Am
Take me to yourself
C
'fore a minute swear I see heaven
Dm Em
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a chopper keep blasting it
Am
Chop booty, keep dancing it
C
Dance club keep laughing it
Dm
Head right, live fast in here
Em
Everybody start to gold diggin'
Am
Ball hard, I'm a champion
C
Ball hard til the damage done
Dm
Live life 'til the day is done
Em
Ball hard with my number one
[Hook]
Am
Yeah yeah
C
Champion
Dm Em
I am a champion
[Beat Switch]
[Chorus 2]
Am
Gettin' top Kawasaki
C
Oh yeah call me papi
Dm Em Am
Hell they can't stop me, no way
C Dm
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the City know it
Em Am
Everybody talkin' shit can't make the hits go away
C
I get the flowest
Dm
I get beating a flow to it
Em Am
I get that real shit, real shit Talking like oh yea
C
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Dm
Talking like old way
Em Am
Remember them old ways Lock out that door-way
[Verse 3]
C Dm
'member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
Em Am
Rain dance, rain dancing
C
Rich boy, play dazing
Dm
I can be raw let you ride here
Em
Baby I'm slowly dying
Am
Keeping your thoughts inside me
C
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Dm Em
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Am
Keeping your thoughts beside me
C
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Dm
Yeah we ball, we riding
Em
Baby, I'm slowly dying
Am
Keeping your thoughts inside me
C
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Dm Em
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Am
Keeping your thoughts inside me
C
Keeping your thoughts inside me
[Chorus 2]
Dm
Yeah, remember them old ways
Em
Lock out that door-way
Am
Gettin' top Kawasaki
C
Oh yeah call me papi
Dm Em
Hell yea can't stop me
Am C
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the City know it
Dm Em
Everybody talkin' shit can't make the hits go away
Am
I get the flowest
C
I get beating a flow
Dm
I get that real shit, real shit
Em
Talking like oh yea
Am
I get that dope cat, dope cats
C
Talking like old way
Dm
Remember them old ways
Em
Lock out that door-way