CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Goin’
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’
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’