I Got This Lyrics - Lorel

Verse 1 - Red Cafe 

Hah? 

I got a bad habit 

every night I gotta touch another bad chick 

but I ain't selfish 

i pass it 

I'm the top gun 

I'm Maverick 

sip champagne out the World Cup 

clique in front of the club, I'm feelin'a swerve up 

I'm feelin'a ball out 

I brought my dogs out 

what u drinkin' on mama we bought it all out 

yeah! 

now it's on 

I'm in the zone 

I got my kush barked up I'm gettin blown 

That redberry got me sauced up 

dem other niggas spendin shorts tell 'em boss up 

come fly wit me 

I'm livin in the sky 

I got it wraped up 

a ribbon in the sky 

and Ciara if you really wan' ride 

then you should saddle up and we can fuckin go live 

Chorus - Red Cafe 

e'ry day I win (win) 

I can never lose (lose) 

I just do it how the muh fuckin best do 

i got this (i got this) 

i got this (i got this) 

believe dat 

what else? (x2) 

Verse 2 - Lore'l 

I finish in the lead 

fuck'em make em leave (yeah) 

trophy wife ??? in the lead 

a dog in Dior 

inportin my decor 

get off on important calls ?????? 

more men and money 

is all a bitch fathom 

unless he on the Forbes list I ain't lookin at him 

tounge kiss the madam (mwa) 

curtsy and crumpets 

toot your horn (that's right) 

I can blow a trumpet 

my Louis arm strong I got a lotta bag 

I jump in the coupe bent (vroom) 

hit the gas 

shit on I get on and make 'em kiss my ass 

tongue out pantyless 

feel the drag 

Cam Newton 

play 'em then I pass 

catch me on a hill 

Laurie Conrad (yeah) 

??? skybox know folks in high places 

with Trey Songz makin' love to his faces (uh) 

Chorus - Red Cafe 

e'ry day I win (win) 

I can never lose (lose) 

I just do it how the muh fuckin best do 

i got this (i got this) 

i got this (i got this) 

believe dat 

what else? (x2) 

Verse 3 - Corey Gunz 

young money 

tih! dese niggas lame Red (yeah) 

dey needa quit da bullshit the game dead 

Corey Gunz er'ry were dey hear my name said (right) 

niggas change. don't blame me 

blame bread (yup) 

I said 

there's somethin fishy 'bout deze greens Red (huh?) 

you keep comin home from servin the same feds (woah!) 

nah 

I'm iight on dat (look) 

you pop a rat dey givin you double life for dat 

i got dat Tech Uzi revolvin rilfled rat- 

young money militia nigga get with it or get left 

I'm on a flight ?pissy? (huh?) 

like my buildin steps (yeah) 

I burn it down my album come with a weldin set- 

trip and get your whip melted 

pussy playa get wet 

yet 

i could say a line bout my wrist but pardon my french i need a whole rhyme for my shit 

try an' time out my shit target I hit 

I'm starvin'a spit 

Chorus - Red Cafe 

e'ry day I win (win) 

I can never lose (lose) 

I just do it how the muh fuckin best do 

i got this (i got this) 

i got this (i got this) 

believe dat 

what else? (x2)