Red Cafe - 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 feelin'a swerve up I'm feelin'a ball out I brought my dogs out what u drinkin' 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 gettin 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 wan' ride then you should saddle up and we can f**in go live Chorus - Red Cafe e'ry 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 dat what else? (x2) Verse 2 - Lore'l I finish in the lead f**'em make em leave (yeah) trophy wife ??? in the lead a dog in Dior inportin my decor get off on important calls ?????? more men and money is all a b**h fathom unless he on the Forbes list I ain't lookin at him tounge kiss the madam (mwa) curtsy and crumpets toot your horn (that's right) I can blow a trumpet my Louis arm strong I got a lotta bag 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) ??? skybox know folks in high places with Trey Songz makin' love to his faces (uh) Chorus - Red Cafe e'ry 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 dat what else? (x2) Verse 3 - Corey Gunz young money tih! dese n***as lame Red (yeah) dey needa quit da bullsh** the game dead Corey Gunz er'ry were dey hear my name said (right) n***as change. don't blame me blame bread (yup) I said there's somethin fishy 'bout deze greens Red (huh?) you keep comin home from servin the same feds (woah!) nah I'm iight on dat (look) you pop a rat dey givin you double life for dat i got dat Tech Uzi revolvin rilfled rat- young money militia n***a get with it or get left I'm on a flight ?pissy? (huh?) like my buildin steps (yeah) I burn it down my album come with a weldin set- trip and get your whip melted p**y playa get wet yet i could say a line bout my wrist but pardon my french i need a whole rhyme for my sh** try an' time out my sh** target I hit I'm starvin'a spit Chorus - Red Cafe e'ry 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 dat what else? (x2)