Lyrics Goin' Off - Snow tha Product

You're recording?
Yo, look
Pum-Pumbaa are you nuts?
Yo, look
Look, I just woke up like I beat the charge and cashed out back to back
Like Maury told Chris Brown, I got a baby and he the dad
Like my boyfriend cheated on me, but I ran off with his stash
Like I lost a couple pounds, but I got to keep my ass
I just woke up like Yoncé, attitude gigante
He said "No comprande"
Size elefante, this is on a mild day
Haters wake up
Better preach it like Aretha, pray before your makeup
I got these bitches kinda trippin', I'm alive and still kickin'
Yeah they stole my style, but I still made a couple million
Yeah they got me fucked up, it's cool bro I'm chillin'
I just let 'em copy homework, just did it a little different
I'm insistin', you can keep it
I'ma keep doing what I do though
I write bars, make lines, baby I move dope
And I do shows and side shows and I do go
And hatin' bitches talk they shit
But one thing is, tell a bitch
Tell a bitch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go
Tell a bitch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go
Tell a bitch, I go
Bitch go, bitch go, bitch go
Bitch go, bitch go, bitch go
Tell a, tell a bitch
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Look, look, I'ma need a hunnid bottles cause I got up out a deal
And give me fifty feet of space and little bitch back it up a little
And fuck a table, I need sections at the club to keep it real
And I could finally admit it, bitch I made a couple mill'
And bitch I need to call my jeweler, tell JP to get my grill
And bring the ice and chains to cool my temper, I'ma need to chill
I went through hell and back and finally, look I'ma pop a pill
I'm 'bout to let 'em know the truth
This just how I feel, I feel like
Baby, baby, baby
Need a new Mercedes
I'ma act a fooly
Nobody can save me
Fuck all of the waiting
Fuck a bitch that's hating
Got my lawyers calling me cause boy my temper crazy
I've been all up in the bank and
Money finally came in
Love a bitch or hate a bitch
But make sure that you pay me
I just spent like eighty
Another eighty waiting
Bitches used to hate on me
But lately say I'm wavy
Snowy-owy-owy
Rollin' like a stogie
Got me a new shorty
From New York like bogies
If you know, you know me
Pimpin' macaroni
Must want me to cook a bitch the way she throwing sodium
40 tucked, told you bruh
Haters out here hoin' up
If you bang, you gang then
Let me know and throw it up
Twenty bitches rollin' up
Make the club announce for that ass
And if you ain't my bitch, booty better bounce
Tell a bitch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go (bounce)
Tell a bitch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go
Tell a bitch, I go
Bitch go, bitch go, bitch go
Bitch go, bitch go, bitch go
Tell a, tell a bitch
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Tell a bitch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go (bounce)
Tell a bitch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go
Tell a bitch, I go
Bitch go, bitch go, bitch go
Bitch go, bitch go, bitch go
Tell a, tell a bitch
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go