I cannot go…
I cannot go…

[Hook]
No, I cannot go - I got a son and my youngin
He gotta see daddy on TV
No, I cannot go - I like my jealous bad bitches
Givenchy, new whips and fifties
So I cannot go - I got some people to take care of
And gang [?] they need me though
I cannot go - I gotta make it
Think how I’m gonna squeeze her
Be dead if you leave me though
Mama would fuck me
But I got some [?] to pick up
On a rustlin’ know I can’t call
I did get way too much top
‘Till I fall so I know [?] no no no no
I’m on the go
I’m doin’ show after show with the bros
We just smoke out the our
We count the cash on the floor
Hundred bands on the floor
Need some more so you know I get dough
So no no no no
[Verse 1]
Young n***a do what I wanna
New Bentley coupe for the summer
Toss up some Q’s to the runner
I filled that coupe with the hundreds
Jumped out that coupe like money through roof
It was accident, n***as they hate ‘cause they stagnant
This shit be so tragic
I just caught a play with a bad bitch
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I like the Bixcotti, I feel like I'm working for NASA
Your sheep fell in love with the trapper
And burned off a fuckin’ a sack up
In two seater, pussy be strapped up
I know I can go, tell me I’m up in a mac up
Make that lil n***a do backflips
You tellin’ your n***a to back up
I’m tourin’, I’m runnin’ the racks up the mattress
Make bad bitches lap up designer
My drink pourin’ a cup
You dummy - my n***as gonna act up cause

[Hook]
No, I cannot go - I got a son and my youngin
He gotta see daddy on TV
No, I cannot go - I like my jealous bad bitches
Givenchy, new whips and fifties
So I cannot go - I got some people to take care of
And gang [?] they need me though
I cannot go - I gotta make it
Think how I’m gonna squeeze her
Be dead if you leave me though
Mama would fuck me
But I got some [?] to pick up
On a rustlin’ know I can’t call
I did get way too much top
‘Till I fall so I know [?] no no no no
I’m on the go
I’m doin’ show after show with the bros
We just smoke out the our
We count the cash on the floor
Hundred bands on the floor
Need some more so you know I get dough
So no no no no
[Verse 2]
We count that cash on the floor
Then we stack that shit up to the ceiling
I jump out the eight, such a feeling
I jump in the ‘reign, such a feeling
But [?] so we came in the building
My sneakers the cover chameleon
I can’t wait to touch me a million
I [?] trap with some pigeons
[?] killed
And my thunder just shot up the speakers
We put them Ferraris’ and Beemers’
Designer [?] you see us
It’s foreign whips and the sneakers
I stepped on the gas in Balencias
Squeeze on the clip ‘till it’s empty
She sucked on that dick ‘till it’s empty
I bought her Ralph Lauren and Givenchy
I can’t love no bitch and she left me
I told her you may don’t get with me forever
So would you get married and still be together cause

[Hook]
No, I cannot go - I got a son and my youngin
He gotta see daddy on TV
No, I cannot go - I like my jealous bad bitches
Givenchy, new whips and fifties
So I cannot go - I got some people to take care of
And gang [?] they need me though
I cannot go - I gotta make it
Think how I’m gonna squeeze her
Be dead if you leave me though
Mama would fuck me
But I got some [?] to pick up
On a rustlin’ know I can’t call
I did get way too much top
‘Till I fall so I know [?] no no no no
I’m on the go
I’m doin’ show after show with the bros
We just smoke out the our
We count the cash on the floor
Hundred bands on the floor
Need some more so you know I get dough
So no no no no