Lorel - I got this lyrics

Verse 1 (Red Cafe) Hah I got a bad habit Every night I gotta touch another bad chick But I ain't selfish I pa** it I'm the top gun I'm Maverick Sip champagne out the World Cup Clique in front of the club, I'm feeling a swerve up I'm feeling ball out I brought my dogs out What you drinking on mama we bought it all out Yeah! Now it's on I'm in the zone I got my kush barked up I'm getting blown That redberry got me sauced up Dem other n***as spendin shorts tell 'em boss up Come fly wit me I'm livin in the sky I got it wraped up A ribbon in the sky And Ciara if you really wanna ride Then you should saddle up and we can f**ing go live Chorus (Red Cafe) Every day I win (win) I can never lose (lose) I just do it how the mother f**in best do I got this (i got this) I got this (i got this) Believe dat What else? (x2) Verse 2 (Lore'l) I finish in the lead f**'em make 'em leave (yeah) Trophy wife where South East is in the League A dog in Dior Importing my decor Get off on important calls tickling his balls Malls men and money Is all a b**h fathom Unless he on the Forbes list I ain't lookin at him Tongue kiss the Madam (mwa) Curtsy and crumpets Toot your horn (that's right) I can blow a trumpet My Louie arm strong I got a lot of bags I jump in the coupe bent (vroom) Hit the gas sh** on I get on and make 'em kiss my a** Tongue out pantyless Feel the drag Cam Newton Play 'em then I pa** Catch me on a hill Laurie Conrad (yeah) My Luis Scott box know folks in high places With Trey Songz making love to his faces (uh) Chorus (Red Cafe) Every day I win (win) I can never lose (lose) I just do it how the mother f**in' best do I got this (i got this) I got this (i got this) Believe dat What else? (x2) Verse 3 (Red Cafe) Yeah and I'm so f**ing flashy If I can pick one girl it would probably be Ca**ie Meanwhile I need a chick that's cla**y With her own sh** I ain't trying to loan sh** Super seraphin while I'm out pedaling Graveyard shift every night Dave Letterman In the the club look divas everywhere Got Michelles, Lisa and Keyshas everywhere And it's beauty day, LV, Gucci day Hair, nails and brazilian wax booty day In front of lights and the cameras Brown hair, blue eye, malibu tanners So hot ya guy need a personal fanner More money please who said I ain't got manners (huh) Every day I'm eating dinner Poping champaign, corks, toasting with winners Its movin ! Chorus (Red Cafe) Every day I win (win) I can never lose (lose) I just do it how the muh f**in best do I got this (i got this) I got this (i got this) Believe that What else? (x2)