Going For It

Cook that shit up Quay

Yeah yeah

I come from the cook up, that's all I know

Cook that shit up Quay

They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it

I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it

Fuck I look like takin' chances

Fuck this money, go and blow it

I'm tryna run mine up, I gotta put mine up

Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up

I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up

Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up

They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine

I just bought a brand new Rolex

I'm a million dollar nigga, no flex

Stretch these pounds, change my name to Boflex

Hit your baby mama, now your ho next

I want a rose gold on the Patek

I want a regular one, I want it faster

I'm doing numbers, call it mathematics

I had a half a ticket in the attic

It ain't gon' never stop, I'm everlasting

They know how I come, they know how I come

They know how I come

They know how I come before I get there

Cross 'em over, Raf Simmons footwear

Balenciaga runners, these my fifth pair

Ten figure nigga, I'ma get there

Traphouse bunkin', we don't live here

Could've been gone but I'm still here

Pints of Activis, they the real deal

Used to have to rob and I still will