2 Chainz (tity Boi) - I Got It lyrics

Yeah! Ugh! 2 Chainz! [Chorus:] These n***as ain't got no bread Nah, nah, I got em' They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air These n***as ain't got no bread Get, 'em, got 'em! Ok, now The only way to come up is to stay down, A town The world is my playground, yo girl wanna play round Knock that p off, now yo girl wanna lay round! Hair weave k**a, mix it with a Trey hook Get head while I'm readin call that sh** facebook! I do it for the paper like a prostitute And hot pursuit, sometimes I feel I'm vodka proof. Yeah, I got them chickens, n***a kaka-doodle-do! I got the flu, I need lobster noodle soup! I know you probably heard this 100 times I got weight, I'm tryna lose 100 pounds! [Chorus:] These n***as ain't got no bread Nah, nah, I got it They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air These n***as ain't got no bread Nah, I got it They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it See your girl over there Wishing she was over there Got liquor everywhere, Blowing smoke up in the air Yeah, I got it, I got it! If you don't know, this what swag is So much swag, swag could be my ad lib I do it for the real, so they rock with me I'm in the drop, I should've brought the top with me! I gotta go to court, I keep k**in stages Subpoena the promoter, cause he instigating I started from the bottom of the destination Now I'm headed to the top, Call it elevation! The only n***a in first cla** Still got last night on my mustache Hit em' with da louie belt and louie on my foot Trigga hit em' with the hook! [Chorus:] These n***as ain't got no bread Nah, nah, I got it They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air These n***as ain't got no bread Nah, I got it They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it See your girl over there Wishing she was over there Got liquor everywhere, Blowing smoke up in the air Yeah, I got it! Yeah, I got it! Yeah n***a I got it 10 racks on me, I don't need no wallet I'ma throw it all, don't need no pockets Got my loose change, puttin hoes through college. She just gave me brain, but I like to call it knowledge n***as think they dough, but I like to call 'em garbage! He was talking tough said his pistol he gonna pop it Why you mad at me cause yo b**h all up on my dick. Hey, they want some show up? Coco Loso pour up Like I ate some bad pizza And I'm about to throw some dough up! Your tities did some grow ups Hey tity boi you kno what? Now you bout to blow up n***a you bout to blow up! [Chorus:] These n***as ain't got no bread Nah, nah, I got it They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air These n***as ain't got no bread Nah, I got it They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it See your girl over there Wishing she was over there Got liquor everywhere, Blowing smoke up in the air Yeah, I got it! Yeah, I got it!