Yeen Got It

[Chorus]
Yeen e'en-
Yeen e’en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e’en got it

[Verse 1]
Countin' up my profit
I'm flexin' when I'm in Austin
When I'm in Houston, I'm balling like Harden
These niggas mad I'm gettin’ money too often

[Verse 2]
Yeah, my diamonds wet, them shits be glistening
And they shit talkin’, but I don't be listenin’, no
Oh, they keep poppin', I'ma just keep dribbling
She popped them racks, I support her adrenaline
Shit ain't sweet, lil’ nigga, this ain't cinnamon
Get the fuck 'way from me, bitch, I'm so dizzy, yeah

[Verse 3]
Niggas be copies, they be cloning
In my own world, I be zonin'
I'ma flex hard, like Hulk Hogan
You niggas fake, stop posin'
She say "Fuck it," pop the whole Xan'
I'm the type of nigga, bring the hoes in
They like "Riven, how the fuck you get this bread?
"I'm like "I don't know, I just get this dough in!"
I'ma get this racecar going
I'ma get this racecar going

[Verse 4]
I keep a big bankroll on me and nigga, I put that shit on me
I get this money with ease
If it's 'bout money, nigga, wassup, I'm ready
So I keep my head real steady
Coming up lit to the scene, confetti
Choppa 'gon chop a nigga up like a machete
Choppa 'gon chop a nigga, I feel like I'm Freddy
I get to the green 'cause I care about my veggies
Stop fake flexin', that shit unhealthy
Motherfucker, I get the shit until I'm wealthy
Who on my level, man, there is not many

[Chorus]
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it
Yeen e'en got it