Enoch - I GOT IT! (feat. Finato & Sad Boiz) Lyrics

I get the funds and I f*ck up the club
If you're talking shit, we gon' have to square up
If babygirl bad then Imma hit and run
Billie on my line saying that I'm the one
If you wanna play, then I am not the one
Issa knife in your gut, f*ck totin a gun
A pint of the lean, sip fanta in the cup
Molly for a freak, she finna give it up

I got it, yeah bitch I got it
What the f*ck you know about a Louis Vuitton wallet
I got it, yeah bitch I got it
A nigga got drip Ski Mask failure of a faucet

Uh, hollup, wait... yuh yuh Pause it
Nigga f*ck a check, electronic direct deposit
If I f*cking wear it, bitch just know a nigga bought it
If my niggas catch a body, throwing shots, you know I called it

Keeps tabs on a bitch on the east coast
Boi I keep my bitch in check on a leash though
If you can't stand me, take a seat hoe
On a nigga lap, ride me, she murdering my meat bro

Cabin in the backwoods just in case you some smoke
No clip on the hip, in the zip, Glock 9 is what a nigga tote
I'm the captain, if you talk Finato'll drown your little boat
Gone with the currents, tried to ride the wave, and that was all he wrote huh

I get the funds and I f*ck up the club
If you're talking shit, we gon' have to square up
If babygirl bad then Imma hit and run
Billie on my line saying that I'm the one
If you wanna play, then I am not the one
Issa knife in your gut, f*ck totin a gun
A pint of the lean, sip fanta in the cup
Molly for a freak, she finna give it up

I got it, yeah bitch I got it
What the f*ck you know about a Louis Vuitton wallet
I got it, yeah bitch I got it
A nigga got drip Ski Mask failure of a faucet

I'm reppin the Chi
Count money and dimes
This Louis shirt mine
Free YSL Slime
You niggas are jakes
Can't talk to the fakes
I'm wearing my bape
Gotta praise who is great
I'm breaking the law
Get hit in the jaw
Them bitches in awe
Ain't hitting it raw
Not rocking supreme
I'm poppin a bean
Been sipping that lean
Off-White and New Cream

I got it, yeah bitch I got it
She rolling off a bean, she let me hit and then forgot it
I got it, yeah bitch I got it
I gotta count it up lil bitch, a nigga made a profit

A nigga makes a profit about every single day
It don't matter when or where, talk shit than imma have to spray
But then again these niggas fold like clothes that imma put away
In a casket or a in basket, make their funeral today "SLATT"

I get the funds and I f*ck up the club
If you're talking shit, we gon' have to square up
If babygirl bad then Imma hit and run
Billie on my line saying that I'm the one
If you wanna play, then I am not the one
Issa knife in your gut, f*ck totin a gun
A pint of the lean, sip fanta in the cup
Molly for a freak, she finna give it up

I got it, yeah bitch I got it
What the f*ck you know about a Louis Vuitton wallet
I got it, yeah bitch I got it
A nigga got drip Ski Mask failure of a faucet! "SLATT"