Got It Now

Yeah, 5am I'm up in the bed, gripping on shorty hair

She said her nigga texting her phone, but she don't really care

How you fine with being broke, to climb the top I walked them stairs

Rappers say they got the throne, don't move too fast, I'll snake that chair

Said it, I don't really care

Walk down the street and I see bitches tryna stop and stare

Rock my shades to hide my face, so they don't see none there

My brodie in the feds with a G shock, when he get out he'll get a Cartier

Told my niggas I'ma make it happen, shit just come with time

If I'm sliding my brothers sliding, yours won't even come in time