Desiigner – Thank God I Got It (feat. Mitus)

Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Make a million, hit ’em with the "oh shit"
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Rich boy, play dazing
Lock out that door-way
Ball hard with my number one
I don’t know about wifey
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Talking like oh yea
Young nigga gettin’ money, no option
Ball hard, I’m a champion
Thank God I get how I do
I get the flowest
Percocets give me sex in the lobby
Yeah we ball, we riding
I beat it up like I’m Michael
Everybody start to gold diggin’
What you want?
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Keeping your thoughts inside me
I get money and a nigga no option
I get beating a flow
Nigga talkin’ and the niggas start mobbin’
Talking like oh yea
I can see it, just believe it inside me

Life is fab, but I’m driven, focused
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Everybody come up in the notion
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Talking like old way
Oh shit, more cham’, I’m pourin’ more shit

Oh yeah call me Papi
Hundred trends, see a champion got this
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Talking like old way
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Thank God, yeah, a nigga ain’t plottin’
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hit as they go away
Oh shit, more shit ‘fore I pour my ghost shit
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
The love life not crashin’
[Verse 3]
I’m I’m a champion
Rain dance, rain dancing
Yeah, I get it
Ball hard ’til the damage done
I feel like Gotti
Lock out that door-way
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I got it, thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
So long
When she wrong Imma right it

We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
What you want?
VVS, all these diamonds
Niggas talk, but I quick reload shit
I get that dope cat, dope cats
I beat it up like I’m Tyson
Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
[Hook]
Take me to yourself
I get the flowest
I feel like Gotti
So long
Dance club keep laughing it
I feel like Gotti
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
I get that real shit, real shit
Thank God I get how I want to
We riding fast in that Aston
Live life ’til the day is done
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
I feel like Gotti
I be gettin’, not stoppin’
Nigga’s tourin’ and them niggas ain’t ’bout it
I get that real shit, real shit
Champion
Hell they can’t stop me, no way
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a G, the chopper keep blastin’ it

Keeping your thoughts inside me
Hundred Xans, get to lick off her body
[Verse 1]
Remember them old ways
‘member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
I can be raw let you ride here
‘fore a minute swear I see heaven
Bad bitch right beside me
[Refrain]
I get the weed and I float away*
So long
So long
VVS, all these diamonds
Hell yea can’t stop me
Yeah, remember them old ways
What you want?
Head right, live fast in here
Hundred trends, yeah the trends, they watchin’
Thank God I get how I do
Yeah yeah
Keeping your thoughts beside me
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Bugatti to McLaren, ‘Rari
Pull back with the 4-5th
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
Red beam hit a nigga in traffic

I wanna make a Ms. Jackson
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
[Chorus]
I can see it, just believe in and ride me
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it

I get that dope cat, dope cats
[Verse 2]
[Beat Switch]

Oh yeah call me Papi
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
I be ridin’ with the demons around me
Lock out that door-way

[Outro]
Roll fast, mami, just watch me
Remember them old ways
I get high when I’m writing
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hits go away
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to