Lyrics
I can't tell if it's real or not
You play the game so good shit I can't tell a thing
I still get that emotion when you say my name
I can't tell if you want me or you want my fame
Hmm
You got it
You got it
You got it baby
Hmm you got it
You got it
You got it baby
I know you used to finer things
If I can't take you 'round the world would you still feel the same
If I ain't put you in Bottega would you look the same
I got you right out that Marc Jacobs made you up yo game
Shawty from LA
It ain't nothing new
She been 'round everything
Bounce from yacht to yacht to mansions everyday
She so fine you know that she gone have her way
That's the only way
Hmm
You got it
You got it
You got it baby
Hmm you got it
You got it
You got it baby
You ain't even gotta ask twice
Natural face, hair, and bun
Smile light up the room just like the sun
Big Bottega not the little one
Double C's I got 'em for your frames
Glad you stopped messin' with them lames
Your love a drug I guess I'm Kurt Cobain
And I ain't playin with you now
There's nothing that nobody can say to make me question God
Casamigos, ginger ale the chaser while we on a yacht
Tellin' you I love you every second girl you are my rock
Hmm
You got it
You got it
You got it baby
Hmm you got it
You got it
You got it baby