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Thank God I Got It chords

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[Chorus 1]
C#m                     F#m
Thank God I got it
C#m                     F#m
Thank God I got it
C#m                     F#m   G#m
Thank God I get how I go
C#m                     F#m
Thank God I got it
C#m                     F#m
Thank God they got it
C#m                     F#m   G#m
Thank God I give her her hopes too
C#m                  F#m
Thank God I got it
C#m                  F#m
Thank God I got it
C#m                     F#m   G#m
Thank God I give her her hopes too
C#m                  F#m
Thank God I got it
C#m                  F#m
Thank God I got it
C#m                     F#m   G#m
Thank God I give her her ho-ope

[Verse 1]
C#m                  F#m
Thank God I got it, thank God yeah nigga I got it
C#m                  F#m
Thank God yeah a nigga ain't plottin'
C#m                     F#m   G#m
And Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
C#m                  F#m
I be gettin' it not stoppin'
C#m                  F#m
Young nigga getting money, no option
C#m                     F#m   G#m
Grab me and hit a nigga a choppin'
C#m                  F#m
Ocean, more shit 'for I pour my ghost shit
C#m                          F#m
Oh shit, more champagne I'm pourin' more shit
C#m                  F#m
Life is fab when I'm driven focus
C#m                  F#m
Niggas talk but I creep the low shit
C#m                  F#m
Bag a million hit 'em with the oh shit
C#m
Hit him with the oh o-shit
F#m
Pull back with the fo-fifth
C#m
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
G#m
Everybody come up in the know shit
C#m                  F#m                  C#m                  F#m
I feel I got it, nigga's tourin' and the niggas, they 'bout it'
C#m                  F#m
I get money and a nigga no option
C#m                  F#m
Nigga tourin' and the niggas start mobbin'
C#m                  F#m     C#m                  F#m
I feel I got it, I be riding in the Benz with the Robbie
C#m                  F#m
Bugatti to McLaren, 'Rari [?]
C#m                  F#m                     G#m
I feel I got it, hundred Xans get the lick over bottle
C#m                  F#m
Percocets give me sex and the logic
C#m                  F#m
Hundred trans and the trans the watching
C#m                  F#m         C#m                  F#m
I feel I got it, I can see just believe it inside me
C#m                  F#m 
I can see disbelief in Rodney
C#m                  F#m    G#m
Hundred [?]

[Chorus 1]
C#m                     F#m
Thank God I got it
C#m                     F#m
Thank God I got it
C#m                     F#m   G#m
Thank God I get how I go
C#m                     F#m
Thank God I got it
C#m                     F#m
Thank God they got it
C#m                     F#m   G#m
Thank God I give her her hopes too
C#m                  F#m
Thank God I got it
C#m                  F#m
Thank God I got it
C#m                     F#m   G#m
Thank God I give her her hopes too
C#m                  F#m
Thank God I got it
C#m                  F#m
Thank God I got it
C#m                     F#m   G#m
Thank God I give her her ho-ope

[Verse 2]
C#m                  
Yeah, I get it
E
I don't know about wifey
F#m
Bad bitch right beside me
G#m
I get high when I'm writing
C#m                                E
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
F#m
When she wrong Imma right it
G#m
I beat it up like I'm Tyson
C#m
I beat it up like I'm Michael
E
I wanna make a Ms. Jackson
F#m
We riding fast in that Aston
G#m
The love life not crashin'
C#m
Take me to yourself
E
'fore a minute swear I see heaven
F#m                                            G#m
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a chopper keep blasting it 
C#m
Chop booty, keep dancing it
E
Dance club keep laughing it
F#m
Head right, live fast in here
G#m
Everybody start to gold diggin'
C#m
Ball hard, I'm a champion
E
Ball hard til the damage done
F#m
Live life 'til the day is done
G#m
Ball hard with my number one

[Hook]
C#m
Yeah yeah
E        
Champion
F#m                  G#m                   
I am a champion

[Beat Switch]

[Chorus 2]
C#m
Gettin' top Kawasaki
E
Oh yeah call me papi
F#m              G#m        C#m       
Hell they can't stop me, no way 
E                                             F#m                                
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the City know it
             G#m                                  C#m
Everybody talkin' shit can't make the hits go away
E
I get the flowest
F#m
I get beating a flow to it
G#m                                              C#m
I get that real shit, real shit Talking like oh yea
                      E
I get that dope cat, dope cats
                   F#m
Talking like old way
                       G#m             C#m
Remember them old ways Lock out that door-way

[Verse 3]
                     E                                   F#m             
'member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
  G#m                C#m
Rain dance, rain dancing
E
Rich boy, play dazing
F#m
I can be raw let you ride here
G#m
Baby I'm slowly dying
C#m
Keeping your thoughts inside me
E
Keeping your thoughts inside me
F#m                       G#m         
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
C#m
Keeping your thoughts beside me
E
Keeping your thoughts behind me
F#m
Yeah we ball, we riding
G#m
Baby, I'm slowly dying
C#m
Keeping your thoughts inside me
E
Keeping your thoughts inside me
F#m                      G#m           
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
C#m
Keeping your thoughts inside me
E
Keeping your thoughts inside me

[Chorus 2]
F#m
Yeah, remember them old ways
G#m
Lock out that door-way
C#m
Gettin' top Kawasaki
E
Oh yeah call me papi
F#m                       G#m
Hell yea can't stop me
 C#m                                                E                                    
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the City know it
F#m                                    G#m
Everybody talkin' shit can't make the hits go away
C#m
I get the flowest
E
I get beating a flow
F#m
I get that real shit, real shit
G#m
Talking like oh yea
C#m
I get that dope cat, dope cats
E
Talking like old way
F#m
Remember them old ways
G#m
Lock out that door-way

            
            
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