Tony Duxx - GOT EM (feat. Presidential Grizz & Van Gammon)

Yeah Yeah
Summer's Ours
Rollie is custom
You can't even touch em
This luxury speak for itself
(Popping tags)
Wondering who's and what's
Cuz I came out the mud
But I clean out the shelves
(Humble brag)
You mad that I got 'em
(Oh you mad?)
Yea I'ma go cop 'em
(Yea, I got 'em)
You mad that I
You mad that I
You mad that I got 'em
Rollie is custom
You can't even touch em
This luxury speak for itself
(Popping tags)
Wondering who's and what's
Cuz I came out the mud
But I clean out the shelves
(Humble brag)
You mad that I got 'em
(Oh you mad?)
Yea I'ma go cop 'em
(Yea, I got 'em)
You mad that I
You mad that I
You mad that I got 'em
No I don't window shop
Rolllie on the arm
Bend the block
Stick it out the window
Send a shot
Spend a little no we spend a lot
I thought I told I told ya baby
When it come to dripping I'm coldest baby
I'm the type of nigga make ya hoe go crazy
These other niggas be so over rated...
I swear I be killing this shit
When I hit the mall it get as real as it gets
Hit up Louis drop a tick on the fit
Hit up fendi cop some shit for my bitch
Eat some hibachi then back on my shit
That's off white then I'm copping like 6
Hermes and Dior on my back
Oh and red bottoms yeah I'm fuckin' with that
Cuz you fuckin' with that
Hell yeah
I'm on earth but I gotta give em hell here
How is it unclear
Look at the print hoe the shirt say Montclair
And the pant too
There go ya chance boo
The sticc hold up the fit like bamboo
And it can do it to ya brother and ya man too
Shit if I was you I'd be fan too
I ain't new too all this exclusiveness
Rollie is custom
You can't even touch em
This luxury speak for itself
(Popping tags)
Wondering who's and what's
Cuz I came out the mud
But I clean out the shelves
(Humble brag)
You mad that I got 'em
(Oh you mad?)
Yea I'ma go cop 'em
(Yea, I got 'em)
You mad that I
You mad that I
You mad that I got 'em
Rollie is custom
You can't even touch em
This luxury speak for itself
(Popping tags)
Wondering who's and what's
Cuz I came out the mud
But I clean out the shelves
(Humble brag)
You mad that I got 'em
(Oh you mad?)
Yea I'ma go cop 'em
(Yea, I got 'em)
You mad that I
You mad that I
You mad that I got 'em
I'm only here just to ball again
Drippin in designer Duxx
Back at Tha mall again
Old chick seen my flexing
I might get a call again
On no chick - I aint stressing
I hit - never call again
Did dat shyt outta spite
I might hit up all her friends
(Yea... Yea)
She said I be doing too much
Way I see it
I aint doing enough
Out in Texas
I be screwing it up
Check Tha tag
I don't do it enough
Run up a tab like we in a rush
Know I want my slice boi even the crust
Whole pie and we splitting it up
Don't get left behind us eating the dust
Skinny nigga
But I'm well fed
Chick black
But her bottoms red
Big drip - big fish shyt
Keep a bad one - under my fin shyt
She don't mind dese sharks i swim wit
Like two chainz
I'm different
Pound on me
I'm trending
Gold grille
What I talk expensive
Rollie is custom
You can't even touch em
This luxury speak for itself
(Popping tags)
Wondering who's and what's
Cuz I came out the mud
But I clean out the shelves
(Humble brag)
You mad that I got 'em
(Oh you mad?)
Yea I'ma go cop 'em
(Yea, I got 'em)
You mad that I
You mad that I
You mad that I got 'em
Rollie is custom
You can't even touch em
This luxury speak for itself
(Popping tags)
Wondering who's and what's
Cuz I came out the mud
But I clean out the shelves
(Humble brag)
You mad that I got 'em
(Oh you mad?)
Yea I'ma go cop 'em
(Yea, I got 'em)
You mad that I
You mad that I
You mad that I got 'em

Written by:
Donovan gammon, justin alston, rashad thomas

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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