Текст песни Gone - SpittaBoii

Gone all summer
Be back for the winter
Its money to be made
Im tryna stack this bread up
Money never Folds
Gotta get it now
Aint tryna go broke
Stay prepared for the drought

Gone all summer put my pipe on airplane mode
Grindin just to get it
You know how that go
Dont need no distractions
Im tryna stay focused
Drought season approachin
I ain't tryna go broke kidd
Steady paper chasin
For them M's
Tell me whats a friend
Cuz money never Folds
Im out to get it
No competition
I just got bills n fam dependin
On me
Cuz im all they got
Only got one shot
Just to ball
Had me the rock
Bet i win it all
On these streets
I gotta eat
So Im outchea all day
Just to make ends meet
Chasin that bag
Like a roadrunner
Thumpin thru a check
Stackin up blue hunnids
Gotta get it now
Aint nobody show me how
If u need me
I'll be in the trenches
Stackin up
Chasin fee
Money on my mind
All I see is green
Gettin it from the ground up
Thats the hunger in me
Back at it again
Yea Im really tryna eat
Something gotta give
So Im outchea in these streets
Ima fat boy
So you know I gotta feast
Gone all summer
Was already in quarantine
Hustler state of mind
On the road to earn some cream
Back to grind
Cuz you know it dont stop
Winners only
First place
Headed to top

Gone all summer
Be back for the winter
Its money to be made
Im tryna stack this bread up
Money never Folds
Gotta get it now
Aint tryna go broke
Stay prepared for the drought