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Correct Going For It Lyrics
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Lil Baby
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Correct Going For It
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Cook that shit up Quay I come from the cook up, that's all I know Cook that shit up Quay They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it Fuck I look like takin' chances Fuck this money, go and blow it I'm tryna run it back up, I gotta put mine up Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine I just bought a brand new Rolex I'm a million dollar nigga, no flex Stretch these pounds, change my name to Boflex Hit your baby mama, now your ho next I want a rose gold on the Patek I want a regular one, I want it faster I'm doing numbers, call it mathematics I had a half a ticket in the attic It ain't gon' never stop, I'm everlasting They know how I come, they know how I come They know how I come They know how I come before I get there Cross 'em over, Raf Simmons footwear Balenciaga runners, these my fifth pair Ten figure nigga, I'ma get there Traphouse bunkin', we don't live here Could've been gone but I'm still here Pints of Activis, they the real deal Used to have to rob and I still will They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it Fuck I look like takin' chances Fuck this money, go and blow it I'm tryna run it back up, I gotta put mine up Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine I'm on parole, still got a passport I'm goin' straight net, fuck the backboard I remember when I used to ask for it I don't think back, I just press fast forward I want happiness, I spend my last for it Two twenty-five read on the dashboard Cost a quarter mil and I paid cash for it Poppin' Percs, ain't thinkin' 'bout last I'm never pissin' dirty, fuck my PO Lost it all, got me fucked on my re-up Bitches talkin' down but fuck it 'cause we up Shit crazy I got booed in Korea Never thought that rappin' would be my career I'm a trap star and that's what it is A couple million five, I ain't signing no deal Nigga out of line, we gon' spray, you get killed Draco with the drum, hop out and go dumb I come from the slum, two fingers and a thumb Nigga know I chunk it up, rep your set and throw it up Nigga try to take my chain we gon' shoot up the whole club They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it Fuck I look like takin' chances Fuck this money, go and blow it I'm tryna run it back up, I gotta put mine up Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine
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