Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goin Crazy, artist - Migos.
Date of issue: 25.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Goin Crazy |
Riding round in the A |
In the coupe going crazy |
I ain‘t worried bout shit, young nigga I’m rich |
It’s fuck you, pay me |
Don’t let your ho come around me |
Imma take your lady (Imma take your bitch) |
Riding round in the A |
In the coupe going crazy |
Touched down in the A |
Maserati to Bugatti, a motherfucker start running from the paparazzi |
Got 4 hoes in the pool of my Jacuzzi |
Pull up, drop top, Phantom opera a movie |
You see the diamonds in my watch, it ain’t a G-Shock |
Balenciaga on my feet this ain’t no Reebok |
I’m at the W, never ever been to the double tree |
Eating steak & shrimp on the yacht, fuck Applebees |
Gianni Versace, I come to your city, take over like Nazi |
I got hoes from the A to the bay |
Riding round and the coupe going crazy |
Riding round in my Audi coupe |
I dare a nigga look at me wrong, cause I’m gon' shoot |
I pass the OG stuffed crust cookie Snoop |
I take the pot and eggbeater, they call it cookin' a deuce |
When I step inside the ‘rari, call me Crash Bandicoot |
Blood diamond came from Africa, call me Al-Farouq |
Lil' mama with the big ol' booty, come here |
Have you ever been in an 8 passenger leer |
She going crazy, private jet going crazy |
Told the bitch to give me head in my grandmama’s … |
I ain’t give her nothing |
Nah, Quavo ain’t a lover |
You think I give a fuck about a bitch, I ain’t a sucker |
She the past tense, got to make lil' mama absent |
Versace, Versace, my fabric |
Counting money in the mansion, your girl in the living room dancing |
And it don’t take nothing to drop her panties |
Quavo! |
(Gone!) |
Coming down Peachtree in the Aston |
With a bad white bitch, Jennifer Aniston |
Feeling Molly Santan' again |
My neighbors panicking |
In my hood, every day I hear an ambulance |
Ain’t a damn thing changed, still serving the J’s |
Felicia, she want to borrow my microwave |
Deebo still in the hood, creeping through your window |
I’m fucking Mrs. Parker, took her to Puerto Rico |
Me, Craig, and Smokey smoke dope and we be choking |
Which watch should I wear today, the heavy Breitling or the Rollie? |
Reached in my Robins and I pulled out guacamole |
Ain’t have a clue what I was holding, F&N is what I’m toting |