What the fuck am I doing Wake up in the morning who the fuck am I screwing My partner on brown and you know I'm on white You know its going down, I can do this all night Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters Money over bitches two times for the fakers 'Cause even in the dark, baby I'mma shine bright I'm way too gone, the best night of my life
Look, yeah, I said g-g-go DJ See you got the Jizzle on replay Just keep that Jizzle on repeat It's about the time everybody screams "Free Meech!" Let's take your bitch ass back to o five, Close your eyes, take a rough nigga look, Atlanta lights Club vision, PJ in my hand, I'm on the couch Man this nigga Meech just blew a quarter mil, he bought a house Man you niggas gonna lace up your sneaks? It's time to ball Presidential at the Swiss Hotel, makin' come alls Posted up, all black in the back, a hundred deep A hundred coupes posted up in the front, two-hundred seats Man somebody call the IRS, too many lambos I'm talking bottles and blunts, all you can handle Them other niggas fakin and flaugin' Man them real niggas do real things, let's drink to that!
[Chorus] I'm way too gone, what the fuck am I doing Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing My partner on brown and you know I'm on white You know its going down, I can do this all night Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters Money over bitches two times for the fakers 'Cause even in the dark, baby I'mma shine bright I'm way too gone, the best night of my life
I said I'm gone! I'm going going gone! Way this night going, man I won't make it home I'mma wake up in the room, wake up with a hangover What I spent last night I could've bought a Range Rover Got my Ray-bans on, yeah I see you haters Keep doing what you doing, cause I need you haters Say whats up to long stick, you can call it strong If I had to name my money baby, I would call it long Said I'm way too gone, I don't see nobody I ain't even on the bill, I'm acting like it's my party Smell like I'm on fire, oh I'm just that hot If I smoke another blunt, yeah I swear I'm gonna die You can call the weed man, tell him bring another six Yeah I know he just left, he gotta make another trip So hot in here, feel like I'm gon' faint Even though I'm past my limit, still think I'm gonna drink
I woke up early this morning With three white girls wanna keep bonin' I'm blowing money fast, so caught up in the moment One time for the marks, two times for my homies I'm a rock star every night, I'm a astronaut outta sight Put Codeine in my Sprite, my wrist is full of ice Don't even know her name, just so caught in the hype It's OK baby, 'cause I'm a millionaire for life I got bitches on my payroll, they come like Vanna White On my Ethopia, we in Vegas so icy Got a girl at home, I know I'm wrong it feels so right On the first road, young i hope I roll on the second We in the club with thugs, this must be heaven