Prez P - Going Places lyrics
[Intro: Billy Blue] Yeah Haha Aye Prez, it was only right man Bout time, something nice and mellow you feel me? [Verse 1: Billy Bue] Young n***a wit' green faces We don't flex too much I guess my team basic n***a duckin' Fed cases Love them white diamonds but I'm so racist Hit the penthouse bu*ton b**h you going places Hit yo homegirl up and tell her b**h you made it I was told young n***a never love a hoe But I ate her p**y like a n***a was tryna steal her soul And I ain't call her no more I kept it moving On some g sh** that's how a n***a 'posed to do it Don't front a n***a work and call me like you going thru it Give you the bread now you in the club making movies See that sh** there for the birds I'm livin' stress free I take a knee and I don't rush the man that bless me Confidence baby I could never fold Now watch me meet yo momma witta mouth full of golds Rich n***a baby she already know Like a dove she gon' tell you let that p**y go That money let you speak it's just something sweet I paid for that I could show you my receipt [Chorus: Prez P] I'm still grindin' like my ends low Just to see my team shine like the rims glow In the Benz slidin' in slow-mo Behind tints cuz I gotta keep a low pro [Chorus 2: Billy Blue] Young n***a wit' green faces Told her I just need the mouth b**h I'm going places She ask me where you going said I'm paper chasin' Paid in full money Mitch ridin' wit' my aces [Verse 2: Prez P] Now try to keep up wit' me cuz I'm goin' places Diamonds 'cross my collar Got em brightenin' up they faces They like to switch up on you Like currency exchanges Money got em act different But the real remaining I left the dark times behind Like the crack of dawn I crack a bottle to new beginnings livin' like a don Youngins from where I'm from think you on Witta pocket full of money And a Rollie on your arm North Miami raised a problem A pioneer wit' so much land to conquer The struggle made me stronger Turned me into a monster They tryna catch a vibe but now it's gonna cost ya Ain't got no time to kick it I'm outchea strictly business So sorry baby got no time for the hugs and kisses They sleepin' on me while I'm chasin' all my dreams and wishes Saucin' on em like teriyaki on dishes Came from nothin' now I'm stuntin' I'm gettin blunted I never changed on em once Swear I never frontin' We the ones kept it thorough authentic 100 Prez P and Billy Blue countin' these blue hunnids Get the money! [Chorus: Prez P] I'm still grindin' like my ends low Just to see my team shine like the rims glow In the Benz slidin' in slow mo Behind tints cuz I gotta keep a low pro [Chorus 2: Billy Blue] Young n***a wit green faces Told her I just need the mouth b**h I'm going places She ask me where you going said I'm paper chasin' Paid in full money Mitch ridin' wit' my aces