[Chorus]
I know that I got it
I might even guarantee it
If they doubted me before
I bet I’ll prove it on the remix

[Verse 1]
Me and my wallet
Like to keep the options vegan
Send it back if the result
Ain’t the color Master Chief is
Buddy sending links
Had to tell him he should keep it
Baby ain’t as sharp
As the bottom of her Filas
Me and Jack whiter than
Entire Narcos season
If you put me on your song
You’d just make yourself a feature
I promise
I don’t really know what else to ‘tell ya
I got it
All these chicken dinners from my failures
Allotted
I don’t gotta tell ya what I’m making
Deposits
EP in my car, debut album
From rocket, no Reggie
It’s automatic
Your platinum with no caliber
Pen could shatter excalibur
Anthony, grab that yellow flannel
Cold one, that why voice is cracking
Improving forever dammit
Repeat to hear new shit, haven’t
Had artist so fluent at this
Saliva to music, dammit
Fuck Gucci, my suit is Samus
You fire like two used matches
I do this to boost moral and send
Fuck you’s to stupid crackers
Who pushing the movement backwards
Where was I?

[Chorus]
You know that I got it
I might even guarantee it
If they doubted that before
I bet I prove it on the remix

[Verse 2]
Jack, she went ghost
‘Cause she busy in my DMs
Give me one sec
She want pictures of my (hol'up)
She taste sweet
Put the pussy on a pedestal
Shoutout DJ Khaled
More for me, I eat until I’m full
I’m an ass man
And she look like Ms. Incredible
Keep it 730
Got me bragging bout my credit score
Never get my credit though
This a vibe check
Baby boy, I think you better go
You ain’t far enough
Still can see you through the telescope
Aaron Rodgers
Way I’m getting all this cheddar though
Kevin Costner
So much water in my living room
Only leave the house
Just to let ‘em know the fit is cute
Saw your concert
Mosh pit playing little spoon
Play my songs
They like Adam, nah this isn’t you
All this replay value I have
It’s like I’m number 4 to Madden
But my dick stay off cam
It’s like I’m too good spitting fluid
Got more fuel than Iraq
It’s like you’re looking for excuses
Not to turn to a fan
It’s like you don’t understand

[Chorus]
I know that I got it
I might even guarantee it
If they doubted me before
I bet I’ll prove it on the remix

[Refrain]
Damn that’s crazy
When you giving your opinion
I don’t give a rat’s ass
Ratatouille on a Thursday afternoon
Tell me how much power
Did the chitter-chatter prove?
All ya sound the same
Pick a different pattern dude
Minnesota nice till he coming after you
Yeah I’m coming after you, hol'up

[Outro]
Yeah, let me hear that again