Going & Going (Prod. by Pryo Beats)

I ain't worried bout em Look at my hair I need it twisted I'm still gone pull these bitches Even thoe they say I ain't shit I'm still gone chase a million Even with a pretty penny, yeah Niggas like to flex But ain't too many fucking me I keep going and going and going (I'm going, I'm going) I keep going and going and going (I'm going, I'm going) I keep going and going and going I keep going and going and going (Wooahhh - Wooahhh) See I can't stress about my nigga If he stressing bout bitches I'm tryna get to a million While he worried bout pussy Niggas priors fucked up Shit I can't do nothing with em Busy stressing about bitches Mane I need me a million I turned cold I don't like fucking with outside niggas Fuck em, hoes lazy These fuck niggas scary Mac 11 with the drum Chila he got a 40 Killa gotta beam on it I ain't missing no targets I'm cold widit take ya hoe Pass to the homie Alley oop, call me Kobe I can't Shaq with a hoe Young nigga I left Aiken Just to go to Ohio Kinda pissed forgot refill On my lean, that's a problem Fuck it, young nigga stunting My neck and wrist looking right I took an L on my grill But my 2nd one tight I heard some niggas talking shit But imma take me a shot That bitch you bragging bout Me and the team done hit her I ain't worried bout em Look at my hair I need it twisted I'm still gone pull these bitches Even thoe they say I ain't shit I'm still gone chase a million Even with a pretty penny, yeah Niggas like to flex But ain't too many fucking me I keep going and going and going (I'm going, I'm going) I keep going and going and going (I'm going, I'm going) I keep going and going and going I keep going and going and going (Wooahhh - Wooahhh) Sipping on this liquor got me crazy On some other shit My nigga still popping them jiggas Yeah I took half of it We took a trip to South Atlanta To the booty club Got dunk af got 2 two mo shows And we still made home Me and Trey B stealing bases Smiling in they faces Paper chasing took some loses We aint stressing nigga I'm putting pressure on these niggas They can't take it baby I'm innovating and creating Fuck them niggas hating They said I've changed But where the fuck have you been Damn right I'm loving the king that I muhfuggin am Shit is easy 4 labels want me I'm still yelling fuck em I ain't no dummie You think you finna shit me out my money Don't call my phone bitch Yep, that's how I'm feeling Don't be worried bout them niggas Pussy, get outcha feelings Tell em ketchup DollarMenu Too much mayonnaise in my sauce Big Mac them niggas small fries (I think he need some salt) I ain't worried bout em Look at my hair I need it twisted I'm still gone pull these bitches Even thoe they say I ain't shit I'm still gone chase a million Even with a pretty penny, yeah Niggas like to flex But ain't too many fucking me I keep going and going and going (I'm going, I'm going) I keep going and going and going (I'm going, I'm going) I keep going and going and going I keep going and going and going (Wooahhh - Wooahhh)