Got It - Intellectual

[Verse 1:]

You nigga have the nerve to tell me

Dont talk to him unless you some into this tax bracket

I reach in my pocket i pull out my black card

And i just laughed

Bank roll in my pocket how you think that i got it

Everything exotic how you think i got it

The niggers with respect how you think that i got it

Got the pussy from your ex how you think that i got it

How you think that i got it [x8]

We flipped the wrist watch the whip it looks like Elvis Mike

You know how it is i brought the bitch but all it is

I broke it off in her pelvis call for six

Call this shit male that won't fit in my cell

Call the cannon and get the skeleton

Rock rock rock that chopper sell it

Get out the business got lots of game

Call them for me not telling off the fridge

Pretend they in copa setting with the tempers plate

When i pay for ten real winner conversation

Case dismissed i killed the bitch

You got that exonerated

Call the practice calling starter Jackets

Come on bitch get out it automatic

Dance with all my tactics all weight a thousand

Colours that's a miley bucket ain’t no way around it shorty

Throw it right on my ass break down that product she found on the glass

Supposed to be fucking her back at the crib

Stucked to a cheque and we done that by hand

Catch if you can what the fuck did you say

Play then you get laid cut in your head

Enough of you bluffing come up with the functions

I’m not in the frontin nothing but money to part that i

Got won't fit in my wallet and you think that i got it what's up

Only a squash