Da Goat

I was a ordinary kid but I turnt into the goat
Nigga owe me some money I wasn't even tripping though
I just fucked the nigga bitch stuffing dick all down her throat
When I catch his pussy ass fire his ass up like some dope
We been doing this shit you just now jumped off the porch
When it come to that money I'm running fast to it like a horse
With these thigh pads in my pockets you'll thank I play sports
Don't come playing in this fire cus you'll get lit up like the 4th

We on a money mission
Got them choppas in the kitchen
Got the ball taking risk can't fumble Derrick Henry
Can't put your trust in these niggas or put your trust in these bitches cus they with you while you winning but loose it all they get to switching
Wear my feelings on my sleeve while I'm running up these digits
Really came from nothing now we chasing after millions
About my paper mother fucking paper stack that shit to the ceiling
If a nigga get to tripping glock 41 shoot like Nowitzki
Got new an old money get this shit as long as it print
Know she gone eat the dick when you riding behind the tint
Made a mess in the club just threw your whole rent
On your ass with no motion it really don't make sense

I was a ordinary kid but I turnt into the goat
Nigga owe me some money I wasn't even tripping though
I just fucked the nigga bitch stuffing dick all down her throat
When I catch his pussy ass fire his ass up like some dope
We been doing this shit you just now jumped off the porch
When it come to that money I'm running fast to it like a horse
With these thigh pads in my pockets you'll thank I play sports
Don't come playing in this fire cus you'll get lit up like the 4th

Slut your bitch out she like how I stir her macaroni
If a nigga try to rob me let this bitch blow like I'm Tony
I can't never chase no bitch cus I'm too busy chasing money
Yea I love them 20s and them 50s but it's just something about them 100s
Grinding everyday yea I'm talking Monday to Sunday
They know shit anit sweet they know how I'm coming
Having shit our way running shit like Obama
Got money on my mind getting to it all summer
Yea we up early morning yea we trying to get rich
When that money calling you know I'm always on it
Yea I took a different yea I did it on my lonely
Don't come around here playing cus all my dogs hungry

I was a ordinary kid but I turnt into the goat
Nigga owe me some money I wasn't even tripping though
I just fucked the nigga bitch stuffing dick all down her throat
When I catch his pussy ass fire his ass up like some dope
We been doing this shit you just now jumped off the porch
When it come to that money I'm running fast to it like a horse
With these thigh pads in my pockets you'll thank I play sports
Don't come playing in this fire cus you'll get lit up like the 4th



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Writer(s): Jonathan Penn
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