Going lyrics

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Going, going, going, I'm going
Keep the barbers in, but the club open on my key
Going, going, going, I'm going
Said she pulling bad b*tches in her head
All these hoes going, going, they're going
Caught up on the cush in the club, so you know a n*gga blowing
I'm blowing, I'm blowing, I'm blowing
And this jury got me going, you ain't going hard, locked up n*gga going

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm going hard on boulevard, wrap my rench and been out of park
They don't ride around my kill, feel free change, that's over kill
Rocks that's deaths on drugers charge, marley's, that's my favorite peer
Oh, boy, they start making noise, Gucci Mane, be making skills
Loobers lock a trampoline, blind on girls on limousine
Gucci Mane, a common king, your baby mom's a drama queen
Keep that sh*t behind the windshields, till the smoke behind the switchers
Hit that club behind the pitchers, ask it hard to marry, n*gga
Marry, I'm a diamond bells, bells that look like mass umbrella
Putting bottoms on your b*tch and now she lost like she Cinderella
These labels dead, they're cooling off, wish they stay, they hide the zero
When they're two years and over crystal, hope that b*tch don't die
At distant

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Going, going, going, I'm going
Keep the barbers in, but the club open on my key
Going, going, going, I'm going
Said she pulling bad b*tches in her head
All these hoes going, going, they're going
Caught up on the cush in the club, so you know a n*gga blowing
I'm blowing, I'm blowing, I'm blowing
And this jury got me going, you ain't going hard, locked up n*gga going
[Verse 2: Bow Wow]
Lock into the bed, tell 'em I'm cashing out
Who came writing on their checks, too large I'm filling out
Pull out the 'rari, that's three eighty
I'm riding in the air and I'm strutting crazy
Got a bad b*tch, it's shot to stay up in the cave
She suck me good and then she count my paper
The f*ck you're hating n*ggas, 'cause we're sh*tting on you
Like I can give a f*ck 'cause all the b*tches want
Temper motives is a hundred a show
Who got it, we light up the drow
My n*gga douce, I pour it a floor, try to see how low I can make this b*tch go
My n*ggas don't talk sh*t, they just aim at your yankee feet
Call her over, I f*ck her once, I keep her out and don't call the b*tch
Going, going, going, I'm going
Keep the barbers in, but the club open on my key

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Going, going, going, I'm going
Said she pulling bad b*tches in her head
All these hoes going, going, they're going
Caught up on the cush in the club, so you know a n*gga blowing
I'm blowing, I'm blowing, I'm blowing
And this jury got me going, you ain't going hard, locked up n*gga going

[Verse 3: Bow Wow]
Now I fit in stacks, I blew it on at nine
Said she from Memphis, said she hating on the Marley
I'm in the club with all my jewelry
And now with all my n*ggas, I don't need security
Back seat of my fan and all my seat designer
All about getting money, I'm building my empire
I'm making no money, 'cause the time's now
Not your man, I'm Bow Wow, n*gga, blame blow
From the deep south they never seen no game outs
I send them nuggets in your spine, they come to clean your house
This is south side, got a mean bounce
Bad b*tches in my suit, they got a mean mouth
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Going, going, going, I'm going
Keep the barbers in, but the club open on my key
Going, going, going, I'm going
Said she pulling bad b*tches in her head
All these hoes going, going, they're going
Caught up on the cush in the club, so you know a n*gga blowing
I'm blowing, I'm blowing, I'm blowing
And this jury got me going, you ain't going hard, locked up n*gga going