Lyrics Goin’ by Gunna

All this money got me goin’
All this money got me goin’
All this money got me goin’
Unh

All this money I can’t fold it
Stack them hundreds to my shoulders
Since seventeen, I been focused
Glock 17 with no holster, my OG’s, so they colder
I sold weed, till I wrote up, VR1 in my motor
101, mine sit lower
I just dropped two or three zips in my soda
Don’t you say sh*t to my clique cause we roll up
Found me a cool lil b*t*h from the Nolia
About my Benjamin’s, I’m a high roller (Yeah)
Don’t keep asking’ for sh*t, I don’t owe ya (Nah)
For money you n***as act loyal
I ride to the top like a boil, two styrofoams of oil

All this money got me goin’
All these hundreds I be blowin’
I could throw it like Mcnav and catch it like I’m Owеns
I’m havin’ and you know it, I drive it like I stole it
Ya brokе and ya bogus, a Lamb from a Focus
200 for a Benz, Hellcat for my friends
The b*t*h wet, deep in
Never keep track of whatever I spend (Unh)
My b*t*h a [?], all foreign (Swear)
We count the bag in the morning (Cash)
No basic b*t*hes, they’re all borin’
Over a hundred whenever I’m goin’
All this money I can’t fold it
Stack them hundreds to my shoulders
Since seventeen, I been focused
Glock 17 with no holster, my OG’s, so they colder
I sold weed, till I wrote up, VR1 in my motor
101, mine sit lower
I just dropped two or three zips in my soda
Don’t you say sh*t to my clique cause we roll up
Found me a cool lil b*t*h from the Nolia
About my Benjamin’s, I’m a high roller (Yeah)
Don’t keep asking’ for sh*t, I don’t owe ya (Nah)
For money you n***as act loyal
I ride to the top like a boil, two styrofoams of oil

This money got me goin’
This money got me goin’
This money got me goin’