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Billy Marchiafava - Got It Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah (Bling!)
Pow pow pow
Yeah I got it, ayy ooh

[Chorus]
Yeah I got it
Everything she own bitch I bought it
All designer clothes with the hoes yeah I got it
Driving real fast in that car super sonic
Yall cannot compete billy flex like Im hogan
Yeah I got it
Everything she own bitch I bought it
All designer clothes with the hoes yeah I got it
Driving real fast in that car super sonic
Yall cannot compete billy flex like Im hogan

[Verse: Billy Marchiafava]
Billy got the sauce, got the juice, got the drip
Who the fuck you know makin hits like this
Run up in that party and I run off with your bitch
Yall be smokin juuls billy smokin on spliffs
We got new money just came through the door
That bitch she dirty got coke on her nose
Flexing forever just look at my clothes
I do not work Im no regular Joe
This that new shit they gon' play in the club
Me and team we be catchin them dubs
Flex on unlimited bitch you a scrub
Never stop workin' Im up till the sun
I got the money so I had to make it flip
You talkin' funny we gon bust up yo lip
Im makin' memes while Im fuckin yo bitch
Talk is cheap you aint gonna do shit


[Chorus]
Yeah I got it
Everything she own bitch I bought it
All designer clothes with the hoes yeah I got it
Driving real fast in that car super sonic
Yall cannot compete billy flex like Im hogan

[Verse: Boobie Lootaveli]
If you not the hitta' you da Motherfuckin' lick
Katie hit you somewhere by your lip make you do a flip
Pull when the dust clear yo bitch look like who is this?
Got the metal by my hip
Like a beyblade let it rip
In this bitch we making bands hoe
You don't make no sense
How you always rap cappin', but dont ever make no hits
With a ratchet thick bitch she gone fuck me with her tits
Youd be lying if you said that you know what the fuck it is
All these plays in motion time to step up out the water mane
Burnin' through this paper like it's motherfuckin' water gate
Pull up with dem Call of Duty guns you know it's not a game
All my migos let them singo when i tell em andale