I Got It (feat. Temppp) - DB Ca$h

SMOKESCREEN It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks, I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it They wanna flex for the clout (Yuh) Same one that's counting me out (Yuh) You bitches just running yo' mouth But that ain't what I'm about (Yah) I'm running up commas in place Still stomp a bitch out in my J's They took me out of the streets But I'm still stuck in my ways Why would I care what you thots would say? You hoes look like somebody smashed your face So see my face, I ain't got no cake They showing fake, let them mask the hate Still stuck on me like some masking tape I'm fresh to death like I passed away Can't stop my hustle, don't have no brakes I'm already winning, don't have to race Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "Who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me (You hoe) I've been with this shit, you a newbie Out with the old, it's a new me It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks, I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it Got It (Got it, bitch) Got It (I got it, hoe) I got it Got it (Yuh) Got it I got it When I get on the road, I need bigger pay (Yuh) I smell the money from miles away (Yuh) I don't own wallets, don't need a safe They know me by first name at BOA (Yuh) I jump on this beat and it's DOA Out of my struggle, I found a way Lost a few homies along the way But I never needed them anyways I done lost count of my enemies Sick and they can't find a remedy Bitches be fake as they remy weave I know they ploting on ending me Dodging the shit they've been sending me (Sending me?) Guap is the only thing sent to me Ten-thousand is really a cent to me Lil Baby keep ironin' she into me But I ain't really feeling her energy Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "Who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me I've been with this shit, you a newbie (Weird ass hoe) Out with the old, it's a new me It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it Got It (Got it, bitch) Got It (Bitch) I got it Got it (Yuh) Got it I got it (Bitch) We gon' smash your party

I'm a fly ass nigga, keep a bad ass bitch All you hating ass niggas suck my dick If it ain't about the money on my line then click Cuz I'm all about the paper I don't love no bitch Three five in a blunt that's how I smoke my shit And I'm rolling big woods with my Stickum Stix I done gave yo bitch some game now she on my dick All designer on me say she like my drip I dropped a grip on this drip bitch New guisseppie on you can't pronounce that shit In my foreign ass whip with my Puerto Rican bitch taking first class trips off a balling ass trick Cash app make a bitch cash out Cash app make a bitch cash out Cash app make a bitch cash out I don't fuck with broke bitches Imma make her bring the bag out Bad lil bitch she ride the dick like a horse The way we fuck be so good that I bought her a Porsche They call me Trey nigga cuz I been with hoes And we Smoking Black Water hydrating them slow Dymond shine so bright icey don't need no light And you ain't rolling with the kamp if you ain't fucking tonite Baddest bitch in the club so you know she get paid And she bring it home to me pimp pimp hooray Make a bitch get paid, make a bitch get paid Welcome to the Dymond District all my bitches slayed Grinding seven days a week ain't no holidays Bitch you wanna join the team I can give you a taste Cash app make a bitch cash out Cash app make a bitch cash out Cash app make a bitch cash out I don't fuck with broke bitches Imma make her bring the bag out

Never ever would have thought this would be my life Missing the moments I was young and blind Governments are killing people like me You expect me to be strong in this senseless tragedy People talk but you have to be wise A lie looks the same in a deep blue or brown eye The opposite of a miracle is society Only inner strength makes you great and ready I'm a rockstar I'm a badass Kind of a big deal So you better pay me in cash I'm a rockstar I'm a badass Kind of a big deal So you better pay me in cash Do you forget yourself when you list the things you love Are you afraid of the scars that you see in the mirror Shoulda, coulda, been righted but you were wronged You haven't even felt this excited in this long The way you look at yourself is so damn pitiful I dare you to condemn your ego, and be noble Connecting, connecting yet you still cannot hear me Only inner strength makes you great and ready Cause I'm a rockstar. I'm a badass. Kind of a big deal. So you better pay me in cash I'm a rockstar. I'm a badass. Kind of a big deal. So you better pay me in cash Yeah, Kind of a big deal. So you better pay me in cash I'm a rockstar I'm a badass Kind of a big deal So you better, so you better, pay me, yeah I'll wait right here till you get back with my fucking money bitch I'm a rockstar I'm a badass Kind of a big deal. So you better pay me in cash Show me the dinero por favor Yeah, I'm a rockstar. And I'm a badass deal. So you better pay me in cash You wanna get Can't wait to get ya We boutta get I'm gonna get I'm gonna get ya Hmmm, sang it We gonna get you So high that I can, fly Can't wait to get you, yeah I'm a rockstar. I'm a badass. Kind of a big deal. So you better pay me in cash I'm a rockstar. I'm a badass. Kind of a big deal. So you better pay me in cash Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ohhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhh Rockstar Badass Big Ol' dick Rockstar Badass Kind of a, big deal

Quererte me salió caro ¿Cómo tuviste el descaro? Si hubiera sabido que así te quería Que no me convendrían Los disparos que Cupido me ha dejado Todos tus besos los devolvería, los devolvería Pero, no guarde' ese ticket, no, no Puede haber devolución, no Me gasté tu credit card Y todo el cash debajo 'el colchón, oh Pero, no guarde' ese ticket, no, no, no Puede haber devolución, no Me gasté tu credit card El vestido que me regalaste tú Me lo puse pa'l pub Y celebré que no vas a volver No lo sabe querer Y el daño que me hiciste de tu cuenta lo cobré Lo cobré, eh-eh-eh Puede volver, no, no (no) No fue un beso, lo tenía de alquitrán La foto de los do' ardió Porque cuando la miro, me pongo mal Ah-ah-ah, porfa no me llames más Que yo estoy en otra ya Todo el tiempo que perdí yo solo sé ganar Yo solo sé ganar, yo solo sé ganar Mucho dinero, da-dame mi cash Quie-Quiero mi cash, quie-quiero mi cash Robaste mi cora, que vale mucho más El vestido que me regalaste tú Me lo puse pa'l pub Y celebré que no vas a volver No lo sabe querer (vámono' pa'l carajo) Y el daño que me hiciste de tu Cuenta lo cobré (eso te lo buscaste, bo) Lo cobré, eh-eh-eh (Ly-Ly-Ly) Yo ya no quiero tus beso' (no) Contigo me siento preso (oh-oh) Quédate con esa mala actitud Y gracia' por el sexo (uoh) Me enamoré del progreso (eh) Diamante', botella' y los beso (oh-oh) ¿Que ahora me extraña'? A otro pero con ese hueso (mami) Tu amor me salió bien caro (sí) No sé que e' peor, si estar contigo o pegarse un disparo De lo bueno tú ere' lo más malo (ma') Y cuando te fuiste me hiciste un regalo Yo sé que sufrirás lo mismo que nunca sufrí por ti Por ti, ah-ah-ah No-No-No guarde' ese ticket, no, no Puede haber devolución, no Me gasté tu credit card Y todo el cash debajo 'el colchón, oh Pero, no guarde' ese ticket, no, no, no Puede haber devolución, no Me gasté tu credit card Y todo el cash debajo 'el colchón, oh Robaste mi corazón ¿Qué hiciste conmigo? Yo te escribí una canción Ya perdió el sentido, oh Tú sabe' que yo no guardo rencor Pero un poco sí que me jode Verte por ahí, tú sabe' que sí No hay Lola, solo hay dolore', no El vestido que me regalaste tú Me lo puse pa'l pub Y celebré que no vas a volver No lo sabe querer Y el daño que me hiciste de tu cuenta lo cobré Lo cobré, eh-eh-eh Yeah-yeah Lola Indigo Ey, ey Ly-Ly, Lyanno, mami Mamacita, ¿qué fue? De Puerto Rico hasta España Para toda' las mamacita', yeah Golden Mindz Ily Wonder