I'm Gone
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh (Muney), yeah (Muney)
Yup (Muney), yup (Muney), yup (Muney)
(Ze-Zekaj on that gang shit)
Hey, we spend it and he livin' it
Lookin' for somebody, made a death wish (yup)
Yo' nigga 'nem keep dyin', homie (Johnny turn it up)
Who you 'bout to steal?
I throw a party, nothin' but choppers
Shooters, bad hoes on my guest list (yeah)
I bought some Georgia runtz, South Memphis
I should be on Netflix
I trap and got my bands thick, you broke boys anorexic (broke boy)
My bitch just got her waist snatched
But what about your head, bitch? (Haha)
That money got her head bent
She don't even want her nails did (no)
She said she want a Birkin
Come on, jump on this jet, bitch (let's go)
Goddamn, think I got jet lag
Don't know where I'm at next with it
I don't pay nothin' but FN's
I buy clothes in the next city, I'm gone
Damn, I ain't never at home
I ain't never ask for a loan, l'ma work my phone (trap)
I'ma get a million, then I'm gone
I'ma get it in 'til I'm gone, young nigga, go home
They've been tellin' me to get sleep (yeah)
They've been tellin' me to count sheep
I don't know what they on
I just blew a bag buyin' Chrome (yup)
I just blew a bag on some new shit
'Bout to put it on (get out of time)
Yeah, my neck full of stones, diamonds cold
I got the flu (chills)
I got this bitch work at the med'
She got prescriptions on the juice (yup)
But I ain't sick or nothin'
But all these pussy niggas actin' spooky (bitch-ass)
Them niggas hide when they get shot
That's why sometimes he make the news
Ain't gotta brag 'bout what we do
Ayy, us and them know what's the truth (shh)
I want 'em dead, I want the proof, can't patch this bruise
Young nigga worth way too much money
Why the fuck you hang with fools? (Psh)
Ayy, I go back and forth with Stupid
He want me to keep it cool
My bitch been tryna go back and forth
'Cause I'm up all night makin' moves
I told her, "Focus on your bag, ho
I ain't the bag you wanna lose" (yeah)
I turned a broke bitch to a rich bitch, but a cheap bitch
Can't do nothin' with 'em, and then I'm gone
Damn, I ain't never at home
I ain't never ask for a loan, l'ma work my phone
I'ma get a million, then I'm gone (yeah)
I'ma get it in 'til I'm gone, young nigga, go home
They've been tellin' me to get sleep
They've been tellin' me to count sheep
I don't know what they on
I just blew a bag buyin' Chrome
I just bought a whole lot of guns
Know I'm tryna put 'em on somebody, ha (on somebody)
Yeah
Muney
I'm gone
Yup (Muney), yup (Muney), yup (Muney)
(Ze-Zekaj on that gang shit)
Hey, we spend it and he livin' it
Lookin' for somebody, made a death wish (yup)
Yo' nigga 'nem keep dyin', homie (Johnny turn it up)
Who you 'bout to steal?
I throw a party, nothin' but choppers
Shooters, bad hoes on my guest list (yeah)
I bought some Georgia runtz, South Memphis
I should be on Netflix
I trap and got my bands thick, you broke boys anorexic (broke boy)
My bitch just got her waist snatched
But what about your head, bitch? (Haha)
That money got her head bent
She don't even want her nails did (no)
She said she want a Birkin
Come on, jump on this jet, bitch (let's go)
Goddamn, think I got jet lag
Don't know where I'm at next with it
I don't pay nothin' but FN's
I buy clothes in the next city, I'm gone
Damn, I ain't never at home
I ain't never ask for a loan, l'ma work my phone (trap)
I'ma get a million, then I'm gone
I'ma get it in 'til I'm gone, young nigga, go home
They've been tellin' me to get sleep (yeah)
They've been tellin' me to count sheep
I don't know what they on
I just blew a bag buyin' Chrome (yup)
I just blew a bag on some new shit
'Bout to put it on (get out of time)
Yeah, my neck full of stones, diamonds cold
I got the flu (chills)
I got this bitch work at the med'
She got prescriptions on the juice (yup)
But I ain't sick or nothin'
But all these pussy niggas actin' spooky (bitch-ass)
Them niggas hide when they get shot
That's why sometimes he make the news
Ain't gotta brag 'bout what we do
Ayy, us and them know what's the truth (shh)
I want 'em dead, I want the proof, can't patch this bruise
Young nigga worth way too much money
Why the fuck you hang with fools? (Psh)
Ayy, I go back and forth with Stupid
He want me to keep it cool
My bitch been tryna go back and forth
'Cause I'm up all night makin' moves
I told her, "Focus on your bag, ho
I ain't the bag you wanna lose" (yeah)
I turned a broke bitch to a rich bitch, but a cheap bitch
Can't do nothin' with 'em, and then I'm gone
Damn, I ain't never at home
I ain't never ask for a loan, l'ma work my phone
I'ma get a million, then I'm gone (yeah)
I'ma get it in 'til I'm gone, young nigga, go home
They've been tellin' me to get sleep
They've been tellin' me to count sheep
I don't know what they on
I just blew a bag buyin' Chrome
I just bought a whole lot of guns
Know I'm tryna put 'em on somebody, ha (on somebody)
Yeah
Muney
I'm gone
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Writer(s): Kenny Muney
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