Thank god I got it
Thank god I got it
Thank god I get how I go
Thank god I got it
Thank god they got it
Thank god I give her her hopes too
Thank god I got it
Thank god I got it
Thank god I give her her hopes too
Thank god I got it
Thank god I got it
Thank god I give her her hope

Thank god I got it, thank god yeah nigga I got it
Thank god yeah a nigga ain't plottin'
And Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
I be gettin' it not stoppin'
Young nigga getting money, no option
Rab Bean hit a nigga in traffic
Ocean, more shit 'fore I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more champagne I'm pourin' more shit
Life is fab when I'm driven focus
Niggas talk but I creep the low shit
Bag a million hit 'em with the oh shit
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Pull back with the fo-fifth
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the know shit
I feel I got it, nigga's tourin' and the niggas, they 'bout it
I get money and a nigga no option
Nigga tourin' and the niggas start moppin'
I feel I got it, I be riding in the Benz with the robbie
Bugatti to Mclaren, 'Rari, bonafide mami
I feel I got it, hundred Xans get the lick over bottle
Percosets give me sex and the logic
Hundred trans and the trans the watching
I feel I got it, I can see just believe it inside me
I can see disbelief in Rodney
Hundred 'chips, see a champion got there

Thank god I got it
Thank god I got it
Thank god I get how I go
Thank god I got it
Thank god they got it
Thank god I give her her hopes too
Thank god I got it
Thank god I got it
Thank god I give her her hopes too
Thank god I got it
Thank god I got it
Thank god I give her her ho-ope

Yeah I get it
I don't know about wifey
Bad bitch right beside me
I get high when I'm writing
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong I'mma right it
I beat it up like I'm Tyson
I beat it up like I'm Michael
I wanna make a Miss Jackson
We riding fast in that Aston
The love life not crashin'
Take me to yourself
'Fore a minute swear I see heaven
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a chopper keep blasting it
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Feds come keep laughing it
Head right, live fast in here
Everybody start to gold diggin'
Ball hard, I'm a champion
Ball hard 'til the damage done
Live life 'til the day is done
Ball hard with my number one

Yeah yeah
Champion
I am a champion

Years I was Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me papi
Hell they can't stop me, no way
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin' shit can't make the haters go away
I gave the flow away
I get the beat and I flow it away
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Knock out that door-way

'Member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
Rain dance, rain dancing
Rich boy, play dazing
I can be raw let you ride here
Baby I'm slowly dying
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts beside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Yeah we ball, we riding
Baby, I'm slowly dying
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me

Yeah, remember them old ways
Knock out that door-way
Years I was Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me papi
Hell yea can't stop me
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin' shit can't make the haters go away
I gave the flow away
I get the beat and I flow it away
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Knock out that door-way

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Christian Boggs, Sidney Selby