Gone Wit It

(album: Seein Colors - 2019)

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I fucked that ho, I vroom in the wind and then I'm gone with' it (Zoom, gone with' it)
I fucked that ho and like the wind, Fauni gone with it (Bye)
I'm in your city for one night and then I'm gone with it (Then I'm gone with' it)

Bitch, you fucking tripping, anything going with' it
Fifty bitches in my bed, made a song with' it
I put some dick up in her lip, she think she grown with' it
We hit a lick out of town and come home with' it
We hit for fifty, got enough to throw a bone with' it
He like my music, just be acting like a clone with' it
Ayy, put me on a lick, just don't be on the phone with' it
Niggas acting weird, don't even want me hearing 'bout it (Why?)
Hesitating 'bout some money, better go'n with' it
You better come pick up your mans, buddy gone with' it
You better get these bitches quick, buddy gone with' it
Early bird gon' get the worm, boy, we gone with' it
All the loot y'all left around, boy, we gone with' it

Gone with' it, gone with' it
Gone with' it, gone with' it
Gone with' it, gone with' it
Gone with' it, gone with' it

Oh, baby, baby, baby, why so quick to drum with' it?
Your mans got money, but not like me, I'll put you on with' it
I'ma bust this bih' from the back and the side, I'll make her moan with' it
And these niggas, I just can't ever get along with' 'em
And lately, pussy been broke as fuck, I can't get along with' 'em
I told that bitch I right my wrongs, but can't do wrong with' 'em
All these bitches just wanna see if I do some' wrong with' 'em
That Bonnie and Clyde shit, but I can't do no wrong with' 'em
Gotta get this money, fuck decisions and them consequences
I done told these bitches that we need it, all on my lieutenant
I'm talking 'bout green, getting it, green, getting it, I just get it
I gotta fuck it up, get it right back after I spend it
Ooh, spit it, spit it, spit it, sloppy lil' biddy
Uh, nasty lil' ho, all up in sadity
Had her not far sadity and boosted her titties
Got her ass done and she boosted up her titty
Niggas don't understand, we king of the city
I don't think these niggas even fucking on Brittany
Fucking on bae and we got no ebony
All that cakey hopping on my wedding
All that cakey, hop up in my wedding
Glock with a kick, but I can't be stressing
Yeah, we getting money, every day a blessing
Waking up in the morning, you know that's a blessing

Bitch, you fucking tripping, anything going with' it
Fifty bitches in my bed, made a song with' it
I put some dick up in her lip, she think she grown with' it
We hit a lick out of town and come home with' it
We hit for fifty, got enough to throw a bone with' it
He like my music, just be acting like a clone with' it
Ayy, put me on a lick, just don't be on the phone with' it
Niggas acting weird, don't even want me hearing 'bout it
Hesitating 'bout some money, better go'n with' it
You better come pick up your mans, buddy gone with' it
You better get these bitches quick, buddy gone with' it
Early bird gon' get the worm, boy, we gone with' it
All the loot y'all left around, boy, we gone with' it

Gone with' it, gone with' it
Gone with' it, gone with' it
Gone with' it, gone with' it
Gone with' it, gone with' it