I Got It lyrics

[Talking]
Yeah, c'mon
That n*gga Foxx, Foxx-a-million
Whatever y'all wanna call me, ya heard me?
Yeah, y'all n*ggas know I got it mane
Y'all KNOW I got it!

[Chorus]
I got it (yeah)
You want it, come get it (yeah)
I got it (yeah)
You want it, come get it (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I got pills for rollas, I got dozia for smokas
N' it's high for you n*ggas that got cake like oprah
If you want I'm on it, I don't front it or loan it
If you need some major work, then you just meet me at Shonie's
You just bring all my cheese n' I don't mean macaroni
N' I keep them ounces real nice n' Fat like Tony
I get jiggles for cheapa, I don't care 'bout the people
Gimme twenty minutes, when I get 'em, then I'ma reach ya
Al Capone was my teacha, got my hustle from Scarface
At five seventy five a pill, n*gga you oughta make
A whole lotta cake, you don't believe me, then calculate
I got them hoes puttin' it n' they cat when they masturbate
I got them powder packs for ya too at a cheap rate
Ya find 'em out chea cheapa, I'll price match, OK?
You slippin', I'm packin' up, you plannin' on jackin' us
I gotta choppa thatta have yo b*tch ass backin' up
[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]
I got dunnas for junkies, I got acid for honkies
I got indo' for n*ggas n' got bananas for monkeys
I'm a hustla baby, got connects wit the Haitians
If you want it, come get it n' don't be tryin' my paitience
I got chickens or mickeys, now them n*ggas be b*tchin'
Cause I got the cheapest prices n' the BR city
All you need is nine pills, it's gon' run ya 'bout sixty
Last n*gga tried to play me caught a hollow tip quickie
I got wholes for the prices of halfs
N' my wholes look like I done stuffed the whole, damn ziploc bag
They pull ya ova wit my dime, they gon' think ya distributin'
n*ggas swear they on the grind, who the f*ck you think you foolin'
Bricks comin' from Dallas, that purple comin' from Cali
Pills comin' from Gramblin', the pickup spot in Port Allen
It's a drought, then I'm f*ckin' up, I ain't new, I know what is what
N' that scale don't lie, so I don't neva be f*ckin' up

[Chorusx2]

[Verse 3]
I don't talk ova the phone cause them people be all ears
They quick to tap ya phone when they know you a ball'ear
N' I ain't neva have that f*ckin' thang that they call fear
Whateva you need, just come n' get it, it's all here
I told ya I'ma hustla, pimp juice, I don't wear a pimp suit
N' ain't the type to ride n' a Lex' coupe
But everybody know what I'm really 'bout
I stay wit a semi out, n' run my business throughout a click house
I keep my pounds off in the attic, got cocaine in the city
N' keep my rocks stuffed off in the mattress
The way I push, ya oughta call me Beatrice
I don't take no sh*t from no crackhead about my cabbage
Come up short n' I'll let a b*tch have it
Anybody, b*tch or n*gga, you can get it, head-bussa or faggot
[Talking]
Street gossip n*gga
The streets will talk n*gga
N y'all n*ggas know I got it
Why don't y'all come get it then!?
I know y'all want it
Come get it then!
n*gga, I'm all out in public wit it, cha heard me?

[Chorus]