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I Got It
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Hip-Hop/Rap
I Got It was released on May 30, 2025 by Motion Music/Atlantic as a part of the album Florida Boy
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Release DateMay 30, 2025
LabelMotion Music/Atlantic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Banks
Joel Banks
Songwriter
Taylor Banks
Taylor Banks
Songwriter
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LANDR
LANDR
Mastering Engineer
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Mixing Engineer
Bankroll Got It
Bankroll Got It
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
If it ain't making me rich, I'on care about it
I'm just tryna run up this shit, put on everybody
Shit I'm smoking so loud, I only hear exotic
These lil' **** be ready to crash, they like Spirit pilots
I'm a young rich **** like Roddy
Pockets stuffed up the bankroll, yeah, I got it
Fucking bitches, getting money, that's my hobby
Grimey, that's my ****, always keep 'em right beside me
[Verse 1]
That's my twin, I'm super ski, he super slimey
My lil' bitch a ten, bad shit, she a dime piece
Go look where that bag at, you tryna find me
I was playing 'round rapping then the label came and signed me
I'ma hit that shit one time and don't call her back
All I really want is bad bitches and a lotta cash
I just sold the bitch a dream, you bought her a bag
A bitch that ain't going for the team, I ain't heard of that
I ain't seen that
I just hit a **** bitch, come get yo' queen back
Where yo' jeans at? And I ain't even try to
I just kicked her out the door and told her, "Bye, boo"
And then got high too
Pretty bitch kitty bald, look like Caillou
Bro will give yo' ass a good deal if you buy two
Brodie said, "Just look at that bitch, ain't the pint cute?"
If another **** take my flow, I just might sue
[Verse 2]
Young rich **** stood on ten, got—
Young rich **** stood on ten, got his bands up
If it ain't about the money, call my phone, I won't answer
She get nasty when she eating up, she got no manners
Man, these **** cap, they only having cheese when they on camera
She tryna make me wait for that pussy, I can't stand her
Brodie in the city, serving, tryna dodge the slammer
Grimey too slimey, just like Thor, he keep that hammer
I came to run this money up, ain't here to make friends
Four pockets full, they stuffed up, they filled with straight bands
Tell that **** shut the fuck up if he can't make 10
Ten pointers on me bussed up, they tryna break dance
[Chorus]
If it ain't making me rich, I'on care about it
I'm just tryna run up this shit, put on everybody
Shit I'm smoking so loud, I only hear exotic
These lil' **** be ready to crash, they like Spirit pilots
I'm a young rich **** like Roddy
Pockets stuffed up the bankroll, yeah, I got it
Fucking bitches, getting money, that's my hobby
Grimey, that's my ****, always keep 'em right beside me
Written by: Joel Banks, Taylor Banks, Tyler Meeks
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