Goin' Off

(You recording?) Yo, look (Pum-Pumbaa are you nuts?) Yo, look Look, I just woke up like I beat the charge and cashed out back to back Like Maury told Chris Brown, I got a baby and he the dad Like my boyfriend cheated on me, but I ran off with his stash Like I lost a couple pounds, but I got to keep my ass I just woke up like Yoncé, attitude gigante He say "No comprande" Size elefante, this is on a mild day Haters wake up, better preach it like Aretha, pray before your make-up I got these bitches kinda trippin', I'm alive and still kickin' Yeah they stole my style, but I still made a couple million Yeah they got me fucked up, it's cool bro I'm chillin' I just let 'em copy homework, just did it a little different I'm insistin', you can keep it I'ma keep doing what I do though I write bars, make lines, baby, I move dope And I do shows and side shows and I do go And hatin' bitches talk they shit But one thing is Tell a bitch I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go Tell a bitch I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go Tell a bitch, I go Bitch go, bitch go, bitch go Bitch go, bitch go, bitch go Tell a, tell a bitch Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Look, look, I'ma need a hunnid bottles 'cause I got up out a deal And give me fifty feet of space and little bitch back it up a little And fuck a table, I need sections at the club to keep it real And I could finally admit it, bitch I made a couple mill' And bitch I need to call my jeweller, tell JP to get my grill And bring the ice and chains to cool my temper, I'ma need to chill I went through hell and back and finally, look I'ma pop a pill I'm 'bout to let 'em know the truth, woo This just how I feel I feel like baby, baby, baby Need a new Mercedes I'ma act a fooly Nobody can save me Fuck all of the waiting Fuck a bitch that's hating Got my lawyers calling me 'cause boy my temper crazy I've been all up in the bank and yeah Money finally came in, yeah Love a bitch or hate a bitch, yeah But make sure that you pay me, yeah I just spent like eighty, yeah Another eighty waiting, yeah Bitches used to hate on me but lately say I'm wavy, yeah Snowy-owy-owy Rollin' like a stogie Got me a new shorty From New York like bogies If you know, you know me Pimpin' macaroni Must want me to cook a bitch the way she throwing sodium 40 tucked, told you bruh Haters out here hoin' up If you gang, you gang then Let me know and throw it up 20 bitches rollin' up Make the club announce for that ass And if you ain't my bitch, booty better bounce Tell a bitch I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go Tell a bitch I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go Tell a bitch, I go Bitch go, bitch go, bitch go Bitch go, bitch go, bitch go Tell a, tell a bitch Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go