Foxx - I Got It lyrics

[Talking] Yeah, c'mon That n***a Foxx, Foxx-a-million Whatever y'all wanna call me, ya heard me? Yeah, y'all n***as know I got it mane Y'all KNOW I got it! [Chorus] I got it (yeah) You want it, come get it (yeah) I got it (yeah) You want it, come get it (yeah) [Verse 1] I got pills for rollas, I got dozia for smokas N' it's high for you n***as that got cake like oprah If you want I'm on it, I don't front it or loan it If you need some major work, then you just meet me at Shonie's You just bring all my cheese n' I don't mean macaroni N' I keep them ounces real nice n' Fat like Tony I get jiggles for cheapa, I don't care 'bout the people Gimme twenty minutes, when I get 'em, then I'ma reach ya Al Capone was my teacha, got my hustle from Scarface At five seventy five a pill, n***a you oughta make A whole lotta cake, you don't believe me, then calculate I got them hoes puttin' it n' they cat when they masturbate I got them powder packs for ya too at a cheap rate Ya find 'em out chea cheapa, I'll price match, OK? You slippin', I'm packin' up, you plannin' on jackin' us I gotta choppa thatta have yo b**h a** backin' up [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] I got dunnas for junkies, I got acid for honkies I got indo' for n***as n' got bananas for monkeys I'm a hustla baby, got connects wit the Haitians If you want it, come get it n' don't be tryin' my paitience I got chickens or mickeys, now them n***as be b**hin' Cause I got the cheapest prices n' the BR city All you need is nine pills, it's gon' run ya 'bout sixty Last n***a tried to play me caught a hollow tip quickie I got wholes for the prices of halfs N' my wholes look like I done stuffed the whole, damn ziploc bag They pull ya ova wit my dime, they gon' think ya distributin' n***as swear they on the grind, who the f** you think you foolin' Bricks comin' from Dallas, that purple comin' from Cali Pills comin' from Gramblin', the pickup spot in Port Allen It's a drought, then I'm f**in' up, I ain't new, I know what is what N' that scale don't lie, so I don't neva be f**in' up [Chorusx2] [Verse 3] I don't talk ova the phone cause them people be all ears They quick to tap ya phone when they know you a ball'ear N' I ain't neva have that f**in' thang that they call fear Whateva you need, just come n' get it, it's all here I told ya I'ma hustla, pimp juice, I don't wear a pimp suit N' ain't the type to ride n' a Lex' coupe But everybody know what I'm really 'bout I stay wit a semi out, n' run my business throughout a click house I keep my pounds off in the attic, got c**aine in the city N' keep my rocks stuffed off in the mattress The way I push, ya oughta call me Beatrice I don't take no sh** from no crackhead about my cabbage Come up short n' I'll let a b**h have it Anybody, b**h or n***a, you can get it, head-bussa or f*ggot [Talking] Street gossip n***a The streets will talk n***a N y'all n***as know I got it Why don't y'all come get it then!? I know y'all want it Come get it then! n***a, I'm all out in public wit it, cha heard me? [Chorus]