I Got It

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
(C4)
I got it

[Chorus: Young Thug & (Rich Homie Quan)]
What you got on is a clue, ooh
(I had to compliment you on that dress girl)
I gone smash off in that coupe, ooh, ayy
(I just left the dealership, no need to flex girl) Ooh
Yeah, I got what you want, I got, I got what you want
(I got what you want)
(I got it) I got what you want
I got what you want, I got, I got what you want
(I got what you want, I swear I do)
(I got it)
I got what you want

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
We might start at noon and we gon' finish at sunup
I can fuck you in my room, but the hotel be funner
Might just jump over the broom and get married by the summer
I'm in her mouth like a spoon, (Come suck these kids when they come up)
I show my ass like baboons, I'm the king of the jungle
Them niggas cracking on you, but when I ask 'em, they mumble
'Cause I fuck with you just like you fuck with me
You know, I got the same love for you, you got for me
I go beyond all measures for you
When broke, not fun, girl, I treasure you
And I know, 'cause I'm Quan, Rich Homie baby forever
And I'm licking love letters for letters, Thug tell 'em

[Chorus: Young Thug & (Rich Homie Quan)]
What you got on is a clue, ooh
(I had to compliment you on that dress girl)
I gone smash off in that coupe, ooh, ayy
(I just left the dealership, no need to flex girl) Ooh
Yeah, I got what you want, I got, I got what you want
(I got what you want)
(I got it) I got what you want
I got what you want, I got, I got what you want
(I got what you want, I swear I do)
(I got it)
I got what you want

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Okay, I got what you want, what you want, you know I got it
I heard you startin' a clothing line, no police, but I'm gon' cop it
Me and Rich Homie Quan got 'em in line, they just wanna know when we droppin'
I'm gon' get 'em wet and slimy, eat your lil' pizza up, no topping
Spend a hunnid on my time, bro (And what? And what?)
And I'm [?], and if you try to play, I'm droppin' that dime, bro
And we shootin' everything up around my town, bro
Why the fuck is you lyin' for? I know you seen the barcode
I'm gon' smash off with your diva
Titty bitch wear a c-cup, but I'm a true Blood so it's a b-cup
I ain't talkin' bout no shoes in the air, but for her, I'll spend the re-up
Ooh, ooh, no school, no rules

[Chorus: Young Thug & (Rich Homie Quan)]
What you got on is a clue, ooh
(I had to compliment you on that dress girl)
I gone smash off in that coupe, ooh, ayy
(I just left the dealership, no need to flex girl) Ooh
Yeah, I got what you want, I got, I got what you want
(I got what you want)
(I got it) I got what you want
I got what you want, I got, I got what you want
(I got what you want, I swear I do)
(I got it)
I got what you want