Got What It Takes

[Intro]
Yeah
Blowing that dirty, I'm smoking exotic, yeah
Nigga, get ready to catch me a body, ooh, yeah
Pablo Juan, nigga
CakeBoy Bally (Let’s go)

[Chorus]
Diamonds on my neck, keep my gold different colors
Drippin' on niggas, I left a puddle
Rockin' that Gucci, I’m straight out the gutter
Brand new bitch, I don't love her, I fucked her
Lot of bad habits, I'm geeked up on codeine
Rich nigga still in the trap with the dope fiend
Cartier glasses, my verse need a ring
Straight out the trap, went and bought me some bling bling
I knew they was gon' hate
She got an ass, she making it shake
Bad lil' bitch, I'ma fuck her in her face
You ain't gettin' money, you ain’t got what it takes
I was riding in the foreign like a race
Eat me a Perc’, I just said my grace
Riding with choppers, I might catch a case
Smoking exotic, I like how it taste

[Verse]
Get money all day, I need a hobby
On codeine, I might catch a body
Five bad bitches when I'm in the Follies
Four rings on my left hand an Audi
I dropped a four in a twenty, I’m trippin'
Three hoes with me, they all my bitches
Two guns with me, they Wess' and they Smith-on
One shot to the head, I ain't gon’ miss it
Dolce Gabbana, like model, I'm drippin'
Dior on my whore, she sure ain't no Christian
Jumped out the Rover, I'm Christian
Bitch walked in the party, you know that I'm friskin'
All blue hundreds, I walked in with sixty
Suckin' that dick and I'm still gon' kiss her
Seen her on the 'Gram, I text her I missed her, yeah
Run up the money, stack up the digits
Niggas be hatin', they actin' like bitches
Bitch, you been broke and I ain't gon' fix it
Quit all that talkin' and sit back and listen
Upping my standards, I got more 'pecific
Water on my neck and it look like Pacific
Low numbers on the gas like it was midget
I just be coolin' like I'm in the frigid

[Chorus]
Diamonds on my neck, keep my gold different colors
Drippin' on niggas, I left a puddle
Rockin' that Gucci, I'm straight out the gutter
Brand new bitch, I don't love her, I fucked her
Lot of bad habits, I'm geeked up on codeine
Rich nigga still in the trap with the dope fiend
Cartier glasses, my verse need a ring
Straight out the trap, went and bought me some bling bling
I knew they was gon' hate
She got an ass, she making it shake
Bad lil' bitch, I'ma fuck her in her face
You ain't gettin' money, you ain't got what it takes
I was riding in the foreign like a race
Eat me a Perc', I just said my grace
Riding with choppers, I might catch a case
Smoking exotic, I like how it taste