Lil Jay Wop - Gotta Go (feat. Blanco) Lyrics

Going for the gold
I got all these bad bitches on the pole
Chilling with my woes
All these hunnits on the floor
Friends turn into foes
That's just how it gotta go
Niggas really hating, tell 'em that they gotta go
Don't try to walk with me
They try to copy me
Don't try to follow me
Ice on the pinky ring
She said "It's blinding me"
They do not walk the talk
Ain't nobody finding me
Yeah yeah yeah
Who a real nigga and who ain't one now
You don't know nothing where we came from, nah
Don't you come around here with that fake love, nah
We go'n run that thirty, we go'n get them ones
SMG my blooda, we go'n shoot for him
Bitch, I'm iced up
All this damn jewelry
I'm running up these racks, yeah it ain't new to me
I still DND my phone, you can't get through to me
Bitch I'm next up
Watch me flex up
Ima dive, the way I get my f*ckin checks up
What's your net worth?
Made that bitch twerk
Put you in a hirsch
Going for the gold
I got all these bad bitches on the pole
Chilling with my woes
All these hunnits on the floor
Friends turn into foes
That's just how it gotta go
Niggas really hating, tell 'em that they gotta go
Don't try to walk with me
They try to copy me
Don't try to follow me
Ice on the pinky ring
She said "It's blinding me"
They do not walk the talk
Ain't nobody finding me
Yeah yeah yeah
All these bad bitches on the pole
Whipping up that work right on the stove
You already know, I'ma stay on my ten toes
Ain't no knocking me, yeah that's fa'sho
Niggas tryna copy me
Got yo main hoe steady tryna top on me
Don't show fake love to my face and try to follow me
All these hating ass niggas, they don't bother me
Yeah yeah yeah
Go straight to the bank and then I flex up
Always talking down, you know I'm next up
Had to do my thing and get my checks up
'Bout to take off for my city like a jet yeah
Niggas they be fooling for the clout
Smoking cookie, that girl scout
Bitch I'm what they talking 'bout
I'ma put on for my city
Every bitch go'n want f*ck with me
I'ma playboy but I'm jiggy
I like booty, f*ck the titties yeah
SMG, we coming for your headtops
Pull up to your bitches crib and make her f*ckin bedrock
I give bitches pipe cause I supply what their man cannot
I be stunting nonstop
Tryna flood the wristwatch
I don't need no friends, they on that fake shit
After I hit once, you get dodged like the matrix
They don't even know me, like to say shit
I got all the tools to make me famous
Going for the gold
I got all these bad bitches on the pole
Chilling with my woes
All these hunnits on the floor
Friends turn into foes
That's just how it gotta go
Niggas really hating, tell 'em that they gotta go