Goin’ Off lyrics

[Intro]
You're recording?
Yo, look
Pum-Pumbaa are you nuts?
Yo, look

[Verse 1]
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 b*tches kinda trippin', I'm alive and still kickin'
Yeah they stole my style, but I still made a couple million
Yeah they got me f*cked 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' b*tches talk they sh*t
But one thing is tell a b*tch I
[Hook]
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go
Tell a b*tch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go
Tell a b*tch, I go
b*tch go, b*tch go, b*tch go
b*tch go, b*tch go, b*tch go
Tell a, tell a b*tch
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

[Verse 2]
Look
Look I'ma need 100 bottles cause I got up out a deal
And give me fifty feet of space and little b*tch back it up a little
And f*ck a table, I need sections at the club to keep it real
And I could finally admit it, b*tch I made a couple mill'
And b*tch 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 (woo)
This just how I feel, I feel like
Baby, baby, baby (uhh)
Need a new Mercedes (uhh)
I'ma act a fooly (uhh)
Nobody can save me (uhh)
f*ck all of the waiting (uhh)
f*ck a b*tch that’s hating (uhh)
Got my lawyers calling me cause boy my temper crazy
I’ve been all up in the bank and (yuh)
Money finally came in (yuh)
Love a b*tch or hate a b*tch (yuh)
But make sure that you pay me (yuh)
I just spent like eighty (yuh)
Another eighty waiting (yuh)
b*tches used to hate on me
But lately say I’m wavy (yuh)
Snowy, owy, owy (huh)
Rollin' like a stogie (huh)
Got me a new shorty (huh)
From New York like bogies (huh)
If you know, you know me (huh)
Pimpin’ macaroni (huh)
Must want me to cook a b*tch 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 b*tches rollin' up
Make the club announce for that ass
And if you ain't my b*tch, booty better bounce
[Hook x2]
Tell a b*tch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go (bounce)
Tell a b*tch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go
Tell a b*tch, I go
b*tch go, b*tch go, b*tch go
b*tch go, b*tch go, b*tch go
Tell a, tell a b*tch
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Tell a b*tch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go (bounce)
Tell a b*tch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go
Tell a b*tch, I go
b*tch go, b*tch go, b*tch go
b*tch go, b*tch go, b*tch go
Tell a, tell a b*tch
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go