You Got It Trip Lee

[Chorus]
Where else can I go?
You got it
You got it
You got it
Where else can I go?
You got it
You got it
You got it
Where else can I go?
You got it (I'ma say it)
You got it (All I seen it)
You got it (Got me sayin')
Where else can I go? (Got me like)
You got it
You got it (Uh-huh)
You got it (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Might get me a Beamer that you seenin' people pick, yeah
I might stack the green so everything I want I get, yeah
I might pack a nina so they team know we ain't it, yeah
I might cop some Dior for my fit and it lit
Might get me a private jet, rise the skies, highest yet
Post on socials, soak up likes while I disguise that I'm in debt
Post some guns like I'm a threat, fake my thug, boost my cred'
Throw up signs like that's my set, told the Bloods don't get upset
Look, I been considerin' throwin' a charity benefit
Raisin' bread at the end of it, just keepin' a hundred percent of it
Them Feds show up at my door and I tell 'em I'm innocent
Hope them fans don't figure me out, 'cause that would be the end of it
Look, look, I know all these moves might get me dough
I, I pro'bly won't be Diddy, but man, this might get me clothed, ayy
Look, this what I've been dreamin' 'bout for sure
But I think I might need somethin' for my soul
And—