Who Got It
I want they money and power don't really care about the fame
I got some homies who ride with the strap so lil nigga don't talk on my name
You niggas not on my level there ain't no comparison we not the same
True to myslef ain't not switching so know for for a fact that I stay in my lane
Yeah
Who got it
They look at me be like you got it
Racks in jeans I got chubby pockets
My foot on the gas I ain’t never stopping
I’m the man in hood and they know about it
Niggas be broke and they cry bout it
I want the money can’t be without it
My niggas be strapped they don’t leave without it
I swear I’m underrated Penny Hardaway
Turn my back to the haters and fade away
Pray to God everyday tell him keep me safe
Got some homies who don seen a early grave
So I puff on the gas the gas take the pain away
Said my foot’s on the gas ain’t no taking breaks
Ain’t no stopping my drive I don’t need a break
And if you an opp better hope I don’t see the day
That I catch you slippin then my nigga I swear that’s it’s over
All of my niggas on go, see they never miss ain’t no need to be sober
I got a bit of a temper so know that I’m hot like my name Bobby Shmurda
I keep it real from the jump, ain’t with cap I’m the son of a soldier
Got all these fake niggas hitting my line, when they in need or want a favor
Pay dem no mind I be keeping my distance
Sorry lil bitch I’m not asking for closure
Aim at the top all my niggas are shooters
Diamonds on froze like I been in a cooler
Tryna richer sooner never later
My time is money so I see you later
Yeah
So have at it
You think you tough so have at it
I run wit niggas who really bout it
When I say the word they gon let you have it
So if I was you, I’d watch what I say
I show no face so never caught a case
Connect with the metal and not talking brace
Know it’s on sight it don’t matter the place
Bitch I’m a boss and they know it
When I talk niggas think I’m a poet
Putting work cuz a nigga devoted
See I be hurting and don’t even notice
I quit taking drank but I’m puffin the dank
Tryna have a mill at the bank
Keep it a hunnid so I’m being frank
Heavy artillery move like a tank
Yeah
Cuz I want the money and power don’t really care about the fame
I got some homies who ride wit the strap so lil nigga don’t talk on my name
Pussies y’all ain’t on my level
Im tryna get me a bezel
Be at the top wit my niggas
Anything less know that we never settle
Yeah
So fuck it I’m bout to get busy
The top is not meant for the lazy
Protected by God and my niggas
Fuck around and they upping the blicky
So get the fuck outta my face
Got my goons up in the place
See my niggas I know they gon ride
Paper chasin' we winning the race
Who got it
They look at me be like you got it
Racks in jeans I got chubby pockets
My foot on the gas I ain’t never stopping
I’m the man in hood and they know about it
Niggas be broke and they cry bout it
I want the money can’t be without it
My niggas be strapped they don’t leave without it