Lyrics Gøttä Gœ (demo) - ChoSoLovely

Yeah
Yeah
ChoSoLovely nigga
Yeah
ChoSoLovely nigga
I got to go (Man I got to go)
I got to go (I got to go)
I got to go, I got to go (I got to go)
I got to go (Nigga I got to go)
I-I-I got to go (Nigga I got to go)
(Speed this bitch up)
I got to go

I got to go
I got the money stuffed all in the jet, got it going remote
Hey, 20 bitches on a private island in the mountains, they all doing coke
How many X did I take it's ridiculous I'm feeling band paranoid
I'm scratching the bottom of the barrel man I'm meticulous bitch I don't wanna hear a noise
Bitch you've said enough
I don't give a fuck that your man is on Twitter
That nigga be talking real tough
Pulled up in a ghost-like Mysterio
Forgiatos and the front like a bus
And if I'm not talking satirical I just might tell you to duck
Drip her down in Chanel
All the guys go up
Nigga just say the word and I'm gone
Range Rover pull up on a nigga outside
Man how the fuck you give your bitch up for a picture, bro you wise
Nigga I'm just living my life, hey Henny with some model bitches
I got to flex, I got to flex
Hey, flex up
I just got some new Chanelly for my bitch
She crashed my whip into the curb you make me sick
Tactile thumbing through my money nigga I'm just getting rich
Woke up two a pair of cousins shit I'm fucking on two gifts
(I use Jergens to make it slick)
Man these niggas obsessed with the government
I'm throwing money up, up, up, and away right to Pluto so they can discover it
These niggas fish sticks cause they buttering
I just walked out of the bank with a safe in my pocket
Yea I'm looking for change
She finally get up, she finally give up the sloppy
My bitch look like Lois Lane
Apes in the coupe nigga riding with diddy and donkey
I heard you say some bout a train
CDG on my body cause the chrome heart just got a stain
I'm eating Hublot for dinner, ricotta with spinach my nigga let's go get some action
Nigga I got the sauce on a sizzle
My drip on a drizzle the whip looking like its a bastard (Surfing)
Bitch I'm a fan of the actor
I got the money coming in I'll send it out somewhere remote (Totally)
I got the bitches with me in the birds, I'm buying them coats
How many prescriptions I'm taking I don't fucking know but it's making me float
Shit, Range Rover drive far, let's go little bitch wanna pop all the pillys
I got the money, yea I got the bitches
These bitches be blowing my cellular
These bitches keep barking at me like some dogs at a park
I'm with the birds' chirp chirp
Pulled a big body Benzoate outside this motherfucker, hmm I'll park on the shoulder
Count my money loose, if and then, dividend bitches evil I got too many synonyms
She wants her diamonds from Tiffany's, I'm fixing to buy them from Susan Cann
Why these bitches keep bench playing niggas on turf
Bitches really get famous for subbing in
I got rocks on me nigga petrology nigga my money stack taller than ceiling fans
Why you bother me nigga, my Marni on Marni on Marni
I don't wanna talk to you niggas

(What was I sayin'?)
I got to go, I got to go
I'm in a vert, I'm in the air
I got to go, I got to go
I got to go, I got to go