Lirik

She said, "Where you goin'?" She said, "Where you goin'?" To a check (To a check) Why you get so fly like a jet? (Like a jet) All my kicks hard, David Beck' (David Beck') All these Gucci stripes, ain't no refs (Ain't no refs) My niggas hit shit like Madden (Like Madden) Blowin' fire like a dragon (Dragon) We ride big coupes, fuck a wagon (Fuck a wagon) Race in sport mode, yeah, I'm draggin' (Yeah, I'm draggin') If you see me with the bitch Best believe I'm smashin' Beat that pussy down, yeah, hit it Car crashin' (Car crashin') Double F and G's all on me Ain't shit average (Lil' bitch) Every day I'm fly, bitch I feel like Aladdin (Like Aladdin) All these hoes on me, yeah I feel like a magnet (Like a magnet) Givenchy jeans, Louis V, yeah I'm splashin' (yeah, I'm splashin') I don't cuff no bitch, yeah You know that I'm passin' (Yeah, I'm passin') Christian Loubs on the pedal, bitch I'm gassin' (yeah, I'm gassin') She said, "Where you goin'?" To a check Hit her from the back, I'm the best She said, "Where you goin'?" To a check She know I get fly, LAX She know I get high as a jet Every time I walk, Gucci steps Every day, I'm a bloody mess Took it out her mouth, shot it on her chest Damn, baby, all I need is a lil' bit (Is a lil' bit) She askin' twenty-one questions like I'm 50 Cent (Like I'm 50 Cent) I'm talkin' to hoes Tellin' 'em I ain't got a bitch (I ain't got a bitch) look at this 'fit It ain't a secret we gettin' chips (Gettin' chips) i'm off the Henny Talkin' shit like I'm Shannon Sharpe (Like I'm Shay Sharpe) Woke up in Sams, make it rain, Noah's Ark (Noah's Ark) That ass fat, them titties soft, I need parts (I need parts) I wake up gettin' top, that's a head-start (Head-start) we really in the field, bitch I got a mouthpiece (Mouthpiece) You been bustin' down Gettin' blessed all week (Goddamn) I told that bitch, "I'ma call you Don't call me" (Don't call me) Givenchy tees, Louis V, that's a large fee (Big bags) Balenciaga runners like I'm at a track meet (Track meet) We ain't trippin' off no hoes, man They all freaks (Hell nah) And I'ma get these cleats Dirty for that ten-piece (For that ten-piece) I told her ass I'm movin' on Now she miss me (Hah) She said, "Where you goin'?" To a check Hit her from the back, I'm the best She said, "Where you goin'?" To a check She know I get fly, LAX She know I get high as a jet Every time I walk, Gucci steps Every day, I'm a bloody mess Took it out her mouth, shot it on her chest Fuck the feds, free my friends (Fuck 12) Fuck a Jag, I want a Benz (Want a Benz) Fuck that bitch, I want her friend (Want her friend) We got thirties, they extend (They extend) Bad bitch getter, yeah, I pick and choose (Yeah, I pick and choose) Yeah, I only hit your bitch 'cause I ain't have shit to do (I ain't have shit to do) All these G's all on Me, yeah, I'm drippin', fool (Yeah, I'm drippin', fool) If I'm at a pool party, then it's two pools (Yeah, I'm drippin', fool) If I'm with Neezy and Little I'm with two fools (Two fools) Smackin' shit every night, we in new shoes (New shoes) Young wild nigga, yeah, chasin' after blues (Bucks) all the shit that we hittin' We the wreckin' crew (Wreckin' crew) In the Benz in the wind, yeah, skatin' (Skatin') Bad bitch eat the dick like she cravin' (She cravin') I'ma give her good D like the Ravens (Ravens) Bustin' down all these scripts like patients (Like crazy) She said, "Where you goin'?" To a check Hit her from the back, I'm the best She said, "Where you goin'?" To a check She know I get fly, LAX She know I get high as a jet Every time I walk, Gucci steps Every day, I'm a bloody mess Took it out her mouth, shot it on her chest
Writer(s): Jaylar Abram, Deon Hawkins, Jacques Davon Hillsman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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