Where To Go (feat. miracade)
Where to go?
Where to go?
Too much money for the stores
Stack it up then watch it pour
Too much money still need more
That lil thottie is a whore
But I just came to up the score
That bitch probably a four but
Add a fucking bag that's anotha four
I ain't playing no games I don't drive a ford and
I got a new whip that you can't afford
I just be driving this shit when I'm bored
And I ain't pull up in a Honda accord
If a bitch mess with me ima pull out a sword
Fuck what you said and fuck what you sworn
They be hating that a legend was born
So when I die you know who they gon mourn
She sucked my dick and she treat it like corn
If I need senzus I'm talking to korin
I like that bitch but you know she be borin
Pull up new whip I ain't talkin no foreign
These lil bitches yuh they got me snoring
yuh aye they got me snoring
Yuh aye they got me snoring
Yuh aye
Me and miracade
In the cage
Came to rage
I was sippin on that dirty
I put 30 in the page
Off the charts
Check the gauge
Doin magic like a mage
Bitch I had to check my wage
Yuh we barely gettin paid
But you know we gettin laid
Getting chips gettin lays
Yuh Light it up gotta blaze
Where to go?
Which way?
Where to go?
Which way?
Where to go?
Where to go?
Prada bag my money flow
Tap that shit and then reload
Hit the gas no brakes no slow
Shouldn't ask no brains no dough
Prada Louie bag although
Blood up on the tag for low
I am just trying to find my way without blinding
Money bags in my eyes and
All I do is keep writing
But still, all this shit is just a joke
Fendi bag, designer clothes
Click a button, money flow
Kill the bag without the show
Pop a cap and then reload
Foreign lands we in the snow
Racks, stack the fucking green
You a fucking fiend eating on them green beans
We out here writing e3's
You'll never do the fucking same thing
Copped a Louie belt
Just to watch it melt
Fuckin bags of green I smell
Names on names on names I spell
Where to go?
Where to go?
Prada bag my money flow
Tap that shit and then reload
Hit the gas no brakes no slow
Shouldn't ask no brains no dough
Prada Louie bag although
Blood up on the tag for low
Where to go?
Too much money for the stores
Stack it up then watch it pour
Too much money still need more
That lil thottie is a whore
But I just came to up the score
That bitch probably a four but
Add a fucking bag that's anotha four
I ain't playing no games I don't drive a ford and
I got a new whip that you can't afford
I just be driving this shit when I'm bored
And I ain't pull up in a Honda accord
If a bitch mess with me ima pull out a sword
Fuck what you said and fuck what you sworn
They be hating that a legend was born
So when I die you know who they gon mourn
She sucked my dick and she treat it like corn
If I need senzus I'm talking to korin
I like that bitch but you know she be borin
Pull up new whip I ain't talkin no foreign
These lil bitches yuh they got me snoring
yuh aye they got me snoring
Yuh aye they got me snoring
Yuh aye
Me and miracade
In the cage
Came to rage
I was sippin on that dirty
I put 30 in the page
Off the charts
Check the gauge
Doin magic like a mage
Bitch I had to check my wage
Yuh we barely gettin paid
But you know we gettin laid
Getting chips gettin lays
Yuh Light it up gotta blaze
Where to go?
Which way?
Where to go?
Which way?
Where to go?
Where to go?
Prada bag my money flow
Tap that shit and then reload
Hit the gas no brakes no slow
Shouldn't ask no brains no dough
Prada Louie bag although
Blood up on the tag for low
I am just trying to find my way without blinding
Money bags in my eyes and
All I do is keep writing
But still, all this shit is just a joke
Fendi bag, designer clothes
Click a button, money flow
Kill the bag without the show
Pop a cap and then reload
Foreign lands we in the snow
Racks, stack the fucking green
You a fucking fiend eating on them green beans
We out here writing e3's
You'll never do the fucking same thing
Copped a Louie belt
Just to watch it melt
Fuckin bags of green I smell
Names on names on names I spell
Where to go?
Where to go?
Prada bag my money flow
Tap that shit and then reload
Hit the gas no brakes no slow
Shouldn't ask no brains no dough
Prada Louie bag although
Blood up on the tag for low
Credits
Writer(s): Chase Rutherford
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