GotM Lyrics

Thrax, I got it

Lil' ho bad, should be a model

She outside, she poppin' them bottles

She ain't sorry, Demi Lovato

I can't wait to bring them racks in

She only here for the dancin'

She wanna know where my friends at

I don't even know who my friends is

I went got me a new chain

I'm tryna go out to L.A. Just cause I got me some change now

Baby, that don't mean I'm gon' change

Fake niggas, I hate em'

Life's a gamble, go out to Vegas

Like a fat nigga who don't do no dishes Baby, I get paper,

I got rings and I got bracelets

I don't do no watches

And my brother keep that-

On them, you better be cautious

And you better fix your posture

Baby, I get dollars

All these niggas is my sons

But I ain't they father

Baby, I'm the fuckin' one

I ain't no other option

Now she tryna make a movie

Girl, pull out your camera

I got em' bouncin' off the walls

This is not no VANS bruh

She like, "boy, oh, you so handsome"

Tell me somethin' I don't know

And I'm still rockin' that polo

Hoppin' up that 4 door

And my eyes is way too fuckin' red

I can't take no photos