Go Off - O.T. Genasis

I’ma go off, I’ma go off, I’ma go off, I’ma go off

Fuck that cost, I’ma boss, fuck that cost, I’ma boss

I’ma go off, I’ma go off, I’ma go off, I’ma go off

Fuck that cost, I’ma boss, fuck that cost, I’ma boss

Run that check, make that bet

Fuck these hoes, get that neck

Trick that cash, blow that shit

She gon' dance, throw that shit

Get Saks Fifth, I’m at Gucci

They bring champagne when I’m at Coochie

Valentino got me looking like I’m in the army

Got a bitch shotgun looking like a Barbie

Seeder Hills, yeah I pay for that

Heard that’s your bitch, why she broke?

Where your paper at

Nigga looking too fly, gotta dust me off

Money coming too fast, watch me fuck it up

I’ma go off, I’ma go off, I’ma go off, I’ma go off

Fuck that cost, I’ma boss, fuck that cost, I’ma boss

I’ma go off, I’ma go off, I’ma go off, I’ma go off

Fuck that cost, I’ma boss, fuck that cost, I’ma boss

Serve that weight, go to work

Sip the purp, smoke that purp

Try that fitted, buy that shit

Your bitch DM, I slide that shit

Make your break keep coming

Fuck that hate dog, keep it coming

Get that bag, spend that bag

She ain’t tryna fuck, send that cash

Nigga talking but I think he’s scared to spend money

Real street nigga, I ain’t scared to spend money

Bag it up, get it back

Run it up, get it back

I’ma go off, I’ma go off, I’ma go off, I’ma go off

Fuck that cost, I’ma boss, fuck that cost, I’ma boss

I’ma go off, I’ma go off, I’ma go off, I’ma go off

Fuck that cost, I’ma boss, fuck that cost, I’ma boss