Thank God I Got It lyrics

by

Quavo


[Chorus 1]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I'm 'posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I'm 'posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 1]
Thank God I got it, thank God, yeah, n*gga, I got it
Thank God, yeah, a n*gga ain't plottin'
Lil Yachty, yeah n*gga count broccoli
I be gettin', not stoppin'
Young n*gga gettin' money, no option
Red beam hit a n*gga in traffic
Oh sh*t, more sh*t 'fore I pour my ghost sh*t
Oh sh*t, more cham', I'm pourin' more sh*t
Life is fab, but I'm driven, focused
n*ggas talk, but I quick reload sh*t
Make a million, hit 'em with the "oh sh*t"
Hit him with the oh o-sh*t
Pull back with the 4-5th
Forfeit make a n*gga fold quick
Everybody come up in the notion
I feel like Gotti
n*gga's tourin' and them n*ggas ain't 'bout it
I get money and a n*gga no option
n*gga talkin' and the n*ggas start mobbin'
I feel like Gotti
I be ridin' with the demons around me
Bugatti to McLaren, 'Rari
Roll fast, mami, just watch me
I feel like Gotti
Hundred Xans, get to lick off her body
Percocets give me sex in the lobby
Hundred trends, yeah the trends, they watchin'
I feel like Gotti
I can see it, just believe it inside me
I can see it, just believe in and ride me
Hundred trends, see a champion got this
[Chorus 1]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I'm 'posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I'm 'posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I get it
I don't know about wifey
Bad b*tch right beside me
I get high when I'm writing
We get high in this spaceship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong Imma right it
I beat it up like I'm Tyson
I beat it up like I'm Michael
I wanna make a Ms. 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 G, the chopper keep blastin' it
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Dance club 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
[Bridge]
Yeah yeah
Champion
I'm I'm a champion

[Beat Switch]

[Refrain]
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long

[Verse 3]
Gettin' top 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' sh*t can't make the hit as they go away
I get the flowest
I get the weed and I float away
I get that real sh*t, real sh*t
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lockout 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
[Chorus 2]
I can be raw let you ride here
VVS, all these diamonds
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
VVS, all these diamonds
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

[Outro]
Yeah, remember them old ways
Lockout that door-way
Gettin' top 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' sh*t can't make the hits go away
I get the flowest
I get beating a flow
I get that real sh*t, real sh*t
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lockout that door-way
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