I Got

I got, big bands they bussing out of my jeans I got, big whips that start up without no keys I got; jewelry the kind that gone make you freeze I got, bad hoes that suck it right out my jeans I got, your bitch asking me like "bae when is we fuckin?" She see the blues but aint giving these bitches nothing Put it in sport I make this foreign get to jumping Guiseppe cobras these niggas stepping on nothing Yeah, you whipping Foreign's but that shit came out 2010 And why you rapping bout them bands we all know its pretend Was getting blurry so I went and cartier the lens Don't play the sport but you know me I bought the chain Hoe Ima zombie all I want from you is brain She picture perfect I'm beatin all on her frame Big body swervin I'm huggin up all the lanes Let the stupid bitch choose and get the f*ck up out my Dm I be lookin at these niggas like "I'd really hate to be em" Treat these bitches like hand me downs I be tellin niggas keep em If she broke, she don't stay around hit these bitches and then I leave em' Hit the mall and shut it down bitch I been balling every season I don't wanna do it to em but they give me every reason You keep flexing that same thousand I just blew that shit in Neiman's Got Victoria in back and she showin me all her secrets I got, big bands they bussing out of my jeans I got, big whips that start up without no keys I got; jewelry the kind that gone make you freeze I got, bad hoes that suck it right out my jeans I got, your bitch asking me like "bae when is we fuckin?" She see the blues but aint giving these bitches nothing Put it in sport I make this foreign get to jumping Guiseppe cobras these niggas stepping on nothing