Goin' Crazy!
Rollin' 'round my city, windows tinted
With my bitty, she got fancy taste (What?)
But, she so classy, I can't really blame her
I'm so flashy
I can't fold no more, too many done betrayed me (Skrt skrt)
I'm going crazy, going brazy
Tell your mans: "come out and face me"
I'm not scared no more
Some things don't phase me
I'm going crazy
Going crazy (Yeah!)
I'm going crazy (What? Whoa! Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Going crazy
You know we never fold
Touchdown in your city, pass it back to my lil' bro
And we coppin' piece, make 'em shine, yeah, that's for sure
Make 'em shine, yeah, that's for sure
Countin' up Benjamins
Intergalactic, I'm alien
I'm at the club, make it rain like the weatherman
We leave you stretched, leave you numb like a sedative
Ever since then I been back on my grind
I gotta keep going, can't run out of time
Look at the diamond, you know that they shine
Ever since then I been back on my grind
Rollin' 'round my city, windows tinted
With my bitty, she got fancy taste (What?)
But, she so classy, I can't really blame her
I'm so flashy
I can't fold no more, too many done betrayed me (Skrt skrt)
I'm going crazy, going brazy
Tell your mans: "come out and face me"
I'm not scared no more
Some things don't phase me
I'm going crazy
Going crazy (Yeah!)
I'm going crazy (What? Whoa! Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Going crazy
Get them bands and I'mma go
And I just been stacking the money up, nah, I can't go back bro
50K on my neck, and I need 50K just for a show
I'mma pull up with a TEC
Know all my vibes be on go
I got a Patek Phillipe
AMG Benz, no, this not no Jeep
I ran up the money, got bands in a week
And she tell me she love me, bitch, get on your knees
My bitch she foreign, she like Japanese
Even Stevie Wonder he can see
Yo bitch she drippin', she wet like the sink
I count up the commas, I ran up the green
Rollin' 'round my city, windows tinted
With my bitty, she got fancy taste (What?)
But, she so classy, I can't really blame her
I'm so flashy
I can't fold no more, too many done betrayed me (Skrt skrt)
I'm going crazy, going brazy
Tell your mans: "come out and face me"
I'm not scared no more
Some things don't phase me
I'm going crazy
Going crazy (Yeah!)
I'm going crazy (What? Whoa! Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Going crazy
(Yeah! What?)
I'm going crazy
Going crazy (Yeah)
I'm going crazy (What? Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Going crazy
With my bitty, she got fancy taste (What?)
But, she so classy, I can't really blame her
I'm so flashy
I can't fold no more, too many done betrayed me (Skrt skrt)
I'm going crazy, going brazy
Tell your mans: "come out and face me"
I'm not scared no more
Some things don't phase me
I'm going crazy
Going crazy (Yeah!)
I'm going crazy (What? Whoa! Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Going crazy
You know we never fold
Touchdown in your city, pass it back to my lil' bro
And we coppin' piece, make 'em shine, yeah, that's for sure
Make 'em shine, yeah, that's for sure
Countin' up Benjamins
Intergalactic, I'm alien
I'm at the club, make it rain like the weatherman
We leave you stretched, leave you numb like a sedative
Ever since then I been back on my grind
I gotta keep going, can't run out of time
Look at the diamond, you know that they shine
Ever since then I been back on my grind
Rollin' 'round my city, windows tinted
With my bitty, she got fancy taste (What?)
But, she so classy, I can't really blame her
I'm so flashy
I can't fold no more, too many done betrayed me (Skrt skrt)
I'm going crazy, going brazy
Tell your mans: "come out and face me"
I'm not scared no more
Some things don't phase me
I'm going crazy
Going crazy (Yeah!)
I'm going crazy (What? Whoa! Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Going crazy
Get them bands and I'mma go
And I just been stacking the money up, nah, I can't go back bro
50K on my neck, and I need 50K just for a show
I'mma pull up with a TEC
Know all my vibes be on go
I got a Patek Phillipe
AMG Benz, no, this not no Jeep
I ran up the money, got bands in a week
And she tell me she love me, bitch, get on your knees
My bitch she foreign, she like Japanese
Even Stevie Wonder he can see
Yo bitch she drippin', she wet like the sink
I count up the commas, I ran up the green
Rollin' 'round my city, windows tinted
With my bitty, she got fancy taste (What?)
But, she so classy, I can't really blame her
I'm so flashy
I can't fold no more, too many done betrayed me (Skrt skrt)
I'm going crazy, going brazy
Tell your mans: "come out and face me"
I'm not scared no more
Some things don't phase me
I'm going crazy
Going crazy (Yeah!)
I'm going crazy (What? Whoa! Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Going crazy
(Yeah! What?)
I'm going crazy
Going crazy (Yeah)
I'm going crazy (What? Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Going crazy
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