Thank God I Got It Lyrics - Desiigner

Thank God I got it 

Thank God I got it 

Thank God I get how I go 

Thank God I got it 

Thank God they got it 

Thank God I give her her hopes too 

Thank God I got it 

Thank God I got it 

Thank God I give her her hopes too 

Thank God I got it 

Thank God I got it 

Thank God I give her her ho-ope 

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Thank God I got it, thank God yeah nigga I got it 

Thank God yeah a nigga ain't plottin' 

And Lil Yachty, yeah nigga got broccoli 

I be gettin' it not stoppin' 

Young nigga getting money, no option 

Grab me and hit a nigga a choppin' 

Ocean, more shit 'for I pour my ghost shit 

Oh shit, more champagne I'm pourin' more shit 

Life is fab when I'm driven focus 

Niggas talk but I creep the low shit 

Bag a million hit 'em with the oh shit 

Hit him with the oh o-shit 

Pull back with the fo-fifth 

Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit 

Everybody come up in the know shit 

I feel I got it, nigga's tourin' in the millions they 'bout it' 

I get money and a nigga no option 

Nigga tourin' in the millions I'm mobbin' 

I feel I got it, I be riding in the Benz with the Robbie 

Bugatti to McLaren, 'Rari [?] 

I feel I got it, hundred Xans get the lick over bottle 

Percosets give me sex and the logic 

Hundred trans and the trans the watching 

I feel I got it, I can see just believe it inside me 

I can see disbelief in Rodney 

Hundred [?] 

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Thank God I got it 

Thank God I got it 

Thank God I get how I go 

Thank God I got it 

Thank God they got it 

Thank God I give her her hopes too 

Thank God I got it 

Thank God I got it 

Thank God I give her her hopes too 

Thank God I got it 

Thank God I got it 

Thank God I give her her ho-ope 

Yeh I get it 

I don't know about wifey 

Bad bitch right beside me 

I get high when I'm writing 

We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving 

When she wrong I'ma right it 

I beat it up like I'm Tyson 

I beat it up like I'm Miley 

I wanna make 'em mix Jazz 

We ride past in that accent 

The love life not crash it 

Take me to yourself 

'fore a minute swear I see heaven 

You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a chopper keep blasting it 

Chop booty, keep dancing it 

Dance club keep laughing it 

Head right, hit fast it 

Everybody start to gold diggin' 

Ball hard, I'm a champion 

Ball hard til the damage done 

Live life 'til the day is done 

Ball hard with my number one 

Yeah yeah 

Champion 

I am a champion 

Years I was Kawasaki 

Oh yeah call me papi 

Hell they can't stop me, no way 

I get the money, get it then I flip it now the City know it 

Everybody talkin' shit can't make the head 'cause the roll it 

I get the flowest 

I get beating a flow to it 

I get that real shit, real shit 

Talking like oh yea 

I get that dope cat, dope cats 

Talking like old way 

Remember them old ways 

Lock out that door-way 

'member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way 

Rain dance, rain dancing 

Rich boy, play dazing 

I can be raw let you ride here 

Baby I'm slowly dying 

Keeping your thoughts inside me 

Keeping your thoughts inside me 

Only think about it [?] in private 

Keeping your thoughts beside me 

Keeping your thoughts behind me 

Yeah we ball, we riding 

Baby, I'm slowly dying 

Keeping your thoughts inside me 

Keeping your thoughts inside me 

Only think about it [?] in private 

Keeping your thoughts inside me 

Keeping your thoughts behind me 

Yeah, remember them old ways 

Lock out that door-way 

Years I was Kawasaki 

Oh yeah call me papi 

Hell yea can't stop me 

I get the money, get it then I flip it now the City know it 

Everybody talkin' shit can't make the head 'cause the roll it 

I get the flowest 

I get beating a flow 

I get that real shit, real shit 

Talking like oh yea 

I get that dope cat, dope cats 

Talking like old way 

Remember them old ways 

Lock out that door-way