I Got It

Ogi

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All these blessings fallin' in my lap like I'm a grandpa
All this money, I go swimmin' in it like a tadpole
They say there's a bad side to the fame, where they at though?
My past niggas had themselves to blame, how dem apples?

Ye ain't want wahala from this Naija from the Delta
Did you want more flavor in the game? Yeah, you're welcome
My level done changed, I ain't the same, and it's seldom
Anybody comin' at my name, I'm too well done, hell yeah

Jeez, look at the cheese, look at the ice, look at the wrist
Yeah, look at me
Can you believe that I got it?
Better believe that I'll flaunt it, yeah, yeah

I know you feel this heat
Comin' in hot, hundred degrees
Can you believe that I got it?
Better believe that I'll flaunt it, yeah, yeah

What you need?
Baby, I reign supreme
You say you want the fire, I got the kerosene
What is your sole desire?
I'll take it to the extreme
Know how to take you higher
Let's make a scene

Hey, hey, it's done, it's a wrap
What you wanna do back?
We gone for a fact
Yeah, we got what you lack
Sorry, but it's over
Got no luck, no four-leaf clover
Ya might fall out like it's October
I thought I already told ya

Jeez, look at the cheese, look at the ice, look at the wrist
Yeah, look at me
Can you believe that I got it?
Better believe that I'll flaunt it, yeah, yeah

I know you feel this heat
Comin' in hot, hundred degrees
Can you believe that I got it?
Better believe that I'll flaunt it, yeah, yeah

Big dog, who you callin' bitches?
Rushed in like it's college scrimmage
Six-speed, tell me what's the limit?
You better bow down to a goddess image

Nuh-uh, no, you're not gonna try to swallow my shine
Nuh-uh, no, you're not gonna tell me what isn't mine
Nuh-uh, play your part, little one, do not cross the line
Nuh-uh, feel the art and don't front, you're wastin' my time

What a shame, little bitter bitch
Couldn't stand to be outmatched, so you threw a fit
You know I could have helped you just a little bit
I should have known better, man, you were full of shit

Now I'm done with it, look at what you missed

Jeez, look at the cheese, look at the ice, look at the wrist
Yeah, look at me
Can you believe that I got it?
Better believe that I'll flaunt it, yeah, yeah

I know you feel this heat
Comin' in hot, hundred degrees
Can you believe that I got it?
Better believe that I'll flaunt it, yeah, yeah