Shad Moss - Going lyrics

[feat. 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**hes in her head All these hoes going, going, they're going Caught up on the cush in the club, so you know a n***a blowing I'm blowing, I'm blowing, I'm blowing And this jury got me going, you ain't going hard, locked up n***a going I'm going hard on boulevard, wrap my rench and been out of park They don't ride around my k**, feel free change, that's over k** Rocks that's d**hs on drugers charge, marley's, that's my favorite peer Oh, boy, they start making noise, Gucci Mane, be making sk**s Loobers lock a trampoline, blind on girls on limousine Gucci Mane, a common king, your baby mom's a drama queen Keep that sh** behind the windshields, till the smoke behind the switchers Hit that club behind the pitchers, ask it hard to marry, n***a Marry, I'm a diamond bells, bells that look like ma** umbrella Putting bottoms on your b**h 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**h don't die at distant 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**hes in her head All these hoes going, going, they're going Caught up on the cush in the club, so you know a n***a blowing I'm blowing, I'm blowing, I'm blowing And this jury got me going, you ain't going hard, locked up n***a going 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**h, it's shot to stay up in the cave She s** me good and then she count my paper The f** you're hating n***as, 'cause we're sh**ting on you Like I can give a f** 'cause all the b**hes want Temper motives is a hundred a show Who got it, we light up the drow My n***a douce, I pour it a floor, try to see how low I can make this b**h go My n***as don't talk sh**, they just aim at your yankee feet Call her over, I f** her once, I keep her out and don't call the b**h 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**hes in her head All these hoes going, going, they're going Caught up on the cush in the club, so you know a n***a blowing I'm blowing, I'm blowing, I'm blowing And this jury got me going, you ain't going hard, locked up n***a going 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 j**elery And now with all my n***as, 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***a, 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**hes in my suit, they got a mean mouth 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**hes in her head All these hoes going, going, they're going Caught up on the cush in the club, so you know a n***a blowing I'm blowing, I'm blowing, I'm blowing And this jury got me going, you ain't going hard, locked up n***a going