Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javion Jenkins
Songwriter
Christopher J Campbell
Songwriter
Bryton Allums
Songwriter
Lyrics
They ask me how I got it like that
Like that
I fucked it up and got it right back
Right back
They ask me how I got it like that
Like that
I fucked it up and got it right back
Right back
Just tell em that I got it like that
Like that
Just tell that bitch I got it like that
Like that
Just tell them boys I got it like that
Like that
Just tell em that I got it like that
Like that
Fucked it up and came back more ignant
I been more focused on handling business
Most of these niggas aint really gone get it
Im fresh as a bitch and she jocking my pimping
Im Scotty
Hall of fame Burberry pimping
Designer
Drinking that shit that get missing
Remind ya
Im only on track to be different
Now listen
I swerve in the trenches and get to them benjis
Walk in the mall and go crazy
Pour me foe if you really that baby
Say you want love
I only want fuck
But if you a queen we can run up that paper
If you finesse I cum back for a later
Im dipping and dabbing might slide to Decatur
Shout out to cuh he do me that favor
And shout out the plug got me rolling in flavors
A Savior
Ran for the pack like a player
Now make us and we turning up on a hater
Elevate a nigga
I might spray the nigga
I wont save a nigga
Broad day the nigga
Catch me still rocking the boat
Im booted I need me some more
No telling the places I go
I get it back back back doe
They ask me how I got it like that
Like that
I fucked it up and got it right back
Right back
They ask me how I got it like that
Like that
I fucked it up and got it right back
Right back
Just tell em that I got it like that
Like that
Just tell that bitch I got it like that
Like that
Just tell them boys I got it like that
Like that
Just tell em that I got it like that
Like that
I got it like that
Shit I fell off but now Im on the right track
I been patiently waiting I know Im destined for greatness
Aint doing this for no ratings cause that shit there over rated
I done been grinding and gettin it
Trynna run up these digits and these dividends
They trynna knock me off my pivot
I keep going in watch everything start pivoting
I member days I stayed down in a band
Boards on the window no damn stove
And I was strapped up like rambo
Working at funspot and catching slams hoe
Not really proud of the life I was living
But shit I had to make it happen
Now Im trynna own my own businesses and Im making beats now Im not only rapping
For real tho
Swear Im built for this shit
Rocking so hard in the booth it feel like Im about to tilt in this bitch
Screaming fuck how you feel in this bitch
Real recognize real in this bitch
They ask me how I got it like that
Like that
I fucked it up and got it right back
Right back
They ask me how I got it like that
Like that
I fucked it up and got it right back
Right back
Just tell em that I got it like that
Like that
Just tell that bitch I got it like that
Like that
Just tell them boys I got it like that
Like that
Just tell em that I got it like that
Like that
Writer(s): Christopher Campbell
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