Desiigner – Thank God I Got It Lyrics

Thank God I Got It

Desiigner

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"Thank God I Got It." - Desiigner

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 11:09 am

Album: Thank God I Got It - Single

Track No: 01

Thank God I got it
Thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I go
Thank God I got it
Thank God they got it
Thank God I give her her hopes too
Thank God I got it
Thank God I got it
Thank God I give her her hopes too
Thank God I got it
Thank God I got it
Thank God I give her her ho-ope
Thank God I got it, thank God yeah **** I got it
Thank God yeah a **** ain't plottin'
And Lil Yachty, yeah **** got broccoli
I be gettin' it not stoppin'
Young **** getting money, no option
Grab me and hit a **** a choppin'
Ocean, more shit 'for I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more champagne I'm pourin' more shit
Life is fab when I'm driven focus
**** talk but I creep the low shit
Bag a million hit 'em with the oh shit
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Pull back with the fo-fifth
Forfeit make a **** fo-quit
Everybody come up in the know shit
I feel I got it, ****'s tourin' in the millions they 'bout it'
I get money and a **** no option
**** tourin' in the millions I'm mobbin'
I feel I got it, I be riding in the Benz with the Robbie
Bugatti to McLaren, 'Rari [?]
I feel I got it, hundred Xans get the lick over bottle
Percosets give me sex and the logic
Hundred trans and the trans the watching
I feel I got it, I can see just believe it inside me
I can see disbelief in Rodney
Hundred [?]
Thank God I got it
Thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I go
Thank God I got it
Thank God they got it
Thank God I give her her hopes too
Thank God I got it
Thank God I got it
Thank God I give her her hopes too
Thank God I got it
Thank God I got it
Thank God I give her her ho-ope
Yeh I get it
I don't know about wifey
Bad bitch right beside me
I get high when I'm writing
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong I'ma right it
I beat it up like I'm Tyson
I beat it up like I'm Miley
I wanna make 'em mix Jazz
We ride past in that accent
The love life not crash it
Take me to yourself
'fore a minute swear I see heaven
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a chopper keep blasting it
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Dance club keep laughing it
Head right, hit fast it
Everybody start to gold diggin'
Ball hard, I'm a champion
Ball hard til the damage done
Live life 'til the day is done
Ball hard with my number one
Yeah yeah
Champion
I am a champion
Years I was Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me papi
Hell they can't stop me, no way
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the City know it
Everybody talkin' shit can't make the head 'cause the roll it
I get the flowest
I get beating a flow to it
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
'member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
Rain dance, rain dancing
Rich boy, play dazing
I can be raw let you ride here
Baby I'm slowly dying
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it [?] in private
Keeping your thoughts beside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Yeah we ball, we riding
Baby, I'm slowly dying
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it [?] in private
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Yeah, remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
Years I was Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me papi
Hell yea can't stop me
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the City know it
Everybody talkin' shit can't make the head 'cause the roll it
I get the flowest
I get beating a flow
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way

Writer(s): Sidney Selby & C. Boggs.

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