[Hook]
Hey, I got everything you need
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
Oh my God, Oh my God
I got everything you
[Verse 1: Finding Novyon]
Colder than Hell
Don't put that Dope on the scale
Hundreds have failed
Bitches be wishin' me well
Niggas be wishin' I fell, but I prevail
Hit the hammer on the nail
The bitch that I'm with thick as hell
She carry my bail
Just in a case a nigga trippin' and I leave him missin'
You know that my bae never tell
I'm Michael Phelps, and I swim in that pussy
Somethin' you never felt
Bitches be grabbin' all over my belt
I'm tryna' ball like I'm in NFL
Man, can't you tell? I got stories to tell
I got so many tales
Bitches be feelin' me like I was Braille
I just run through 'em and roll up a L
I got lots
[Hook]
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
Oh my God, Oh my God
I got everything you need
[Verse 2: Allan Kingdom]
I got everything you wishin'
If I promise, you will see
I am not your politician
I got everything you
Dreamin' 'bout, schemin' 'bout
Trees are loud, tool as well
Rollin' so deep wit' my team
Nigga who's at the Adele?
Who's a feelin' what I spit, feel the vibe
Do something, end up in Ripley's tonight
I got thots, I got thots
All my bitches surround me
I got lost, I got lost
Baby thicker than ice cream
In a straw, I want top
I'm with NOVYON & Team
That's a squad, ladies squat
Got the sauce, I got it
[Hook]
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
Oh my God, Oh my God
I got everything you need
[Verse 3: Finding Novyon]
Bitches be all on my jock, aye
Bitches be givin' me top, aye
I never match wit' my socks, aye
I never trapped on the block, aye
No finger prints on the Glock, woo
No evidence of me sellin' the rock, aye
What they goin' say when I pull up, damn
Boy I'm goin' flex like a Pull Up, damn
Boy I'm the shit like a pull up
Trayvon Martin wit' my hood up, I'm a threat
Hey! got $4 chain on my neck
My nigga I dress to impress
Copin' shit just like I serve and protect
Stunt on my ex
I got lots
[Hook]
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
I got lots, I got lots
I got everything you need
Oh my God, Oh my God
I got everything you
I got everything you
I got everything you
I got everything you
I got everything you