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