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Goals Video (MV)




Performed By: C. Arson
Language: English
Length: 3:38
Written by: Chris Bailey




C. Arson - Goals Lyrics




I got goals
You got goals
Well let's talk about em for a minute

Goals- I got goals
You got goals, well then these are a few of my goals
I'm making a mill with my bros-
My momma got mink on her robe
We driving that foreigners car
Pull up to the spot with the Rolls
Goals,goals,goals-my goals
Goals,goals,goals-these are a few of my goals
The fans are lit at my shows-
Designers they giving me clothes
When we make deals for the bread, you better be talking them loaves

Call me your highness, call me your Sire
Don't call me broke, don't call me no liar
First name is Arson, middle is fire
Rollin with Gates, we don't get tired
I got some questions, let me inquire
Are you a seller-are you a buyer
So many things that I desire
Make it my business they get it acquired
Ima survivor, I'm a provider
Hand him the money, send it through wire
Give her the world, cannot deny her
Loyalty trust all I require
Climbing that ladder, im going higher
Rocky the wrist-eye of the Tiger
They put my face on posters and flyers
Not tryna brag only inspire
Up my attire, prada my neck and my back-this is a remix with Khia
Better yet Mya-they want the best of the kid this fresh will never expire
Got riders cause I'm a driver-kno that scheming wanna conspire
And far as all these haters go-call em a secret admirer

My Goals-I got goals
You got goals, well then these are a few of my goals
The fans are lit at my shows-designers they giving me clothes
When we make deals for the bread-you better be talking them loaves
Goals,goals,goals-my goals
Goals,goals,goals-these are a few of my goals
Im making a mill with my bro's-My momma got mink on her robe
We driving that foreigners car
Pull up to the spot with the Rolls

These are my goals I come from my soul
So don't really care bout internet trolls
I'm taking an oath to take care of those
Who stick to the script, playing they role
Give me the cards I'm never gon fold
No second place I go for the gold
Weight of the world it been on my shoulders
Marry a woman who lightens the load
Secret society follow the code- was in the streets now I'm in the pros
Oodles and noodles I cooked on the stove
No more of that or shopping at Kohl's or ducking patrol
Homies that's doing a bid-helping then get they parole
I'm grabbing them diamonds, gift for my daughters-and I'm gon put em in both of they lobes
Another anthem, another mansion
No devil worship-Marilyn Manson
Taking them chances-do it myself, labels ain't thinking of giving advances
Go to China like Stevie Francis-holding it down I'm always advancing
Like that boy Frank went to the league from playing ball out in Kansas
Quick question-yo you hear me or you listening
To reach goals and to reach folk it's gon take a little bit of discipline
My deposits I'm tripling-tax bracket transitioning
On my God I'm bout to get everything that I'm envisioning

Goals, I got goals
You got goals-well then these are a few of my goals
Im giving your business a loan-I get real estate for the low
And I talking no jewelry when I go buy me some gold
Goals,goals,goals-my goals
Goals,goals,goals-these are a few of my goals
My homies ain't selling no O's-they rented but now they gone own
We selling out Madison Square-we got the tour bus for the road
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I got goals
You got goals
Well let's talk about em for a minute

Goals- I got goals
You got goals, well then these are a few of my goals
I'm making a mill with my bros-
My momma got mink on her robe
We driving that foreigners car
Pull up to the spot with the Rolls
Goals,goals,goals-my goals
Goals,goals,goals-these are a few of my goals
The fans are lit at my shows-
Designers they giving me clothes
When we make deals for the bread, you better be talking them loaves

Call me your highness, call me your Sire
Don't call me broke, don't call me no liar
First name is Arson, middle is fire
Rollin with Gates, we don't get tired
I got some questions, let me inquire
Are you a seller-are you a buyer
So many things that I desire
Make it my business they get it acquired
Ima survivor, I'm a provider
Hand him the money, send it through wire
Give her the world, cannot deny her
Loyalty trust all I require
Climbing that ladder, im going higher
Rocky the wrist-eye of the Tiger
They put my face on posters and flyers
Not tryna brag only inspire
Up my attire, prada my neck and my back-this is a remix with Khia
Better yet Mya-they want the best of the kid this fresh will never expire
Got riders cause I'm a driver-kno that scheming wanna conspire
And far as all these haters go-call em a secret admirer

My Goals-I got goals
You got goals, well then these are a few of my goals
The fans are lit at my shows-designers they giving me clothes
When we make deals for the bread-you better be talking them loaves
Goals,goals,goals-my goals
Goals,goals,goals-these are a few of my goals
Im making a mill with my bro's-My momma got mink on her robe
We driving that foreigners car
Pull up to the spot with the Rolls

These are my goals I come from my soul
So don't really care bout internet trolls
I'm taking an oath to take care of those
Who stick to the script, playing they role
Give me the cards I'm never gon fold
No second place I go for the gold
Weight of the world it been on my shoulders
Marry a woman who lightens the load
Secret society follow the code- was in the streets now I'm in the pros
Oodles and noodles I cooked on the stove
No more of that or shopping at Kohl's or ducking patrol
Homies that's doing a bid-helping then get they parole
I'm grabbing them diamonds, gift for my daughters-and I'm gon put em in both of they lobes
Another anthem, another mansion
No devil worship-Marilyn Manson
Taking them chances-do it myself, labels ain't thinking of giving advances
Go to China like Stevie Francis-holding it down I'm always advancing
Like that boy Frank went to the league from playing ball out in Kansas
Quick question-yo you hear me or you listening
To reach goals and to reach folk it's gon take a little bit of discipline
My deposits I'm tripling-tax bracket transitioning
On my God I'm bout to get everything that I'm envisioning

Goals, I got goals
You got goals-well then these are a few of my goals
Im giving your business a loan-I get real estate for the low
And I talking no jewelry when I go buy me some gold
Goals,goals,goals-my goals
Goals,goals,goals-these are a few of my goals
My homies ain't selling no O's-they rented but now they gone own
We selling out Madison Square-we got the tour bus for the road
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Writer: Chris Bailey
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