[Intro: Che Ecru]
Before I die I'm tryna fuck you, baby
Hopefully we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own

[Chorus]
You got it girl
You got it
You got it girl
You got it

[Verse 1]
You said I went and got rich on you
Now this Richard Millie all on you
You’re about to have my baby
And you got my heart, miss lady
Don’t pick that up when
Anything will stay
Don’t let it go to waste
You ain’t hidin n***as on the other side
You a real one and you down to ride
The songs that I write bout you turn to hits
I should be the only one on your playlist

[Chorus]
You got it girl
You got it (Hey, yeah)
You got it girl