Got It Bad Yung Bans

[Chorus]
Yeah, I got it
Yeah, I got it bad
Put me first, I put you last
Think I love you more than the cash
Think I love you more than that
I was in the strip club blowing a bag
Young rich nigga got loads of them racks
I got stripes, you got stripes, together girl we plaid

[Verse]
Ain't mean to bring you down why can't you stand up
You got it good girl even though you get fed up
I got demons chasing me I be in a rush
And if I ever fall in love just pick me up
Hit that bitch from the front so good I make her blush
I'm on drugs all day all night give me a rush
Loving you like looking at a barrel of a gun
My head fucked up it feel like you got me spun
Skinny nigga in these streets I weigh a ton
Got you right around my finger feel like I won
Knock it out the park, when I hit it home run
Fuck a lot of hoes, compared to you they don't mean none

[Chorus]
Yeah, I got it
Yeah, I got it bad
Put me first, I put you last
Think I love you more than the cash
Think I love you more than that
I was in the strip club blowing a bag
Young rich nigga got loads of them racks
I got stripes, you got stripes, together girl we plaid
Got it
Yeah, I got it bad
Put me first, I put you last
Think I love you more than the cash
Think I love you more than that
I was in the strip club blowing a bag
Young rich nigga got loads of them racks
I got stripes, you got stripes, together girl we plaid