Goin’ Off Songtext
von Snow tha Product

(You recording?)
Yo, look (Pum-Pumbaa are you nuts?)
Yo, look

Look, I just woke up like I beat the charge and cashed out back to back
Like Maury told Chris Brown, I got a baby and he the dad
Like my boyfriend cheated on me, but I ran off with his stash
Like I lost a couple pounds, but I got to keep my ass
I just woke up like Yoncé, attitude gigante
He say "No comprande"
Size elefante, this is on a mild day
Haters wake up, better preach it like Aretha, pray before your make-up


I got these bitches kinda trippin′, I'm alive and still kickin′
Yeah they stole my style, but I still made a couple million
Yeah they got me fucked up, it's cool bro I'm chillin′
I just let ′em copy homework, just did it a little different
I'm insistin′, you can keep it
I'ma keep doing what I do though
I write bars, make lines, baby, I move dope
And I do shows and side shows and I do go
And hatin′ bitches talk they shit
But one thing is

Tell a bitch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go
Tell a bitch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go
Tell a bitch, I go
Bitch go, bitch go, bitch go
Bitch go, bitch go, bitch go
Tell a, tell a bitch
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Look, look, I'ma need a hunnid bottles ′cause I got up out a deal
And give me fifty feet of space and little bitch back it up a little
And fuck a table, I need sections at the club to keep it real
And I could finally admit it, bitch I made a couple mill'
And bitch I need to call my jeweller, tell JP to get my grill
And bring the ice and chains to cool my temper, I'ma need to chill
I went through hell and back and finally, look I′ma pop a pill
I′m 'bout to let ′em know the truth, woo
This just how I feel


I feel like baby, baby, baby
Need a new Mercedes
I'ma act a fooly
Nobody can save me
Fuck all of the waiting
Fuck a bitch that′s hating
Got my lawyers calling me 'cause boy my temper crazy

I′ve been all up in the bank and yeah
Money finally came in, yeah
Love a bitch or hate a bitch, yeah
But make sure that you pay me, yeah
I just spent like eighty, yeah
Another eighty waiting, yeah
Bitches used to hate on me but lately say I'm wavy, yeah

Snowy-owy-owy
Rollin' like a stogie
Got me a new shorty
From New York like bogies
If you know, you know me
Pimpin′ macaroni
Must want me to cook a bitch the way she throwing sodium

40 tucked, told you bruh
Haters out here hoin′ up
If you gang, you gang then
Let me know and throw it up
20 bitches rollin' up
Make the club announce for that ass
And if you ain′t my bitch, booty better bounce

Tell a bitch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go
Tell a bitch
I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go, I go
Tell a bitch, I go
Bitch go, bitch go, bitch go
Bitch go, bitch go, bitch go
Tell a, tell a bitch
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go