Going For It - Lil Baby

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

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’m on parole still, got a password

I’m goin' straight net, fuck the backboard

I remember when I used to ask for it

I don’t think back, I just press fast forward

I want happiness, I spend my last for it

Two twenty-five read on the dashboard

Cost a quarter mil and I paid cash for it

Poppin' percs, I ain’t thinkin' 'bout last

I’m never pissin' dirty, fuck my PO

Lost it all, got me fucked on my re-up

Bitches talkin' down but fuck it 'cause we up

She act crazy I got booed in Korea

Never thought that rappin' would be my career

I’m a trap star and that’s what it is

A couple million five, I ain’t signing no deal

Nigga out of line, we gon' spray, you get killed

Draco with the drum, hop out and go dumb

I come from the slum, two fingers and a thumb

Nigga know I chunk it up, rep your set and throw it up

Nigga try to take my chain we gon' shoot up the whole club

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