Going lyrics

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Going, going, going, I'm going

Keep the barbers in, but the club open on my key

Going, going, going, I'm going

Said she pulling bad bitches in her head

All these hoes going, going, they're going

Caught up on the cush in the club, so you know a nigga blowing

I'm blowing, I'm blowing, I'm blowing

And this jury got me going, you ain't going hard, locked up nigga going

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I'm going hard on boulevard, wrap my rench and been out of park

They don't ride around my kill, feel free change, that's over kill

Rocks that's deaths on drugers charge, marley's, that's my favorite peer

Oh, boy, they start making noise, Gucci Mane, be making skills

Loobers lock a trampoline, blind on girls on limousine

Gucci Mane, a common king, your baby mom's a drama queen

Keep that shit behind the windshields, till the smoke behind the switchers

Hit that club behind the pitchers, ask it hard to marry, nigga

Marry, I'm a diamond bells, bells that look like mass umbrella

Putting bottoms on your bitch and now she lost like she Cinderella

These labels dead, they're cooling off, wish they stay, they hide the zero

When they're two years and over crystal, hope that bitch don't die

At distant

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Going, going, going, I'm going

Keep the barbers in, but the club open on my key

Going, going, going, I'm going

Said she pulling bad bitches in her head

All these hoes going, going, they're going

Caught up on the cush in the club, so you know a nigga blowing

I'm blowing, I'm blowing, I'm blowing

And this jury got me going, you ain't going hard, locked up nigga going

[Verse 2: Bow Wow]

Lock into the bed, tell 'em I'm cashing out

Who came writing on their checks, too large I'm filling out

Pull out the 'rari, that's three eighty

I'm riding in the air and I'm strutting crazy

Got a bad bitch, it's shot to stay up in the cave

She suck me good and then she count my paper

The fuck you're hating niggas, 'cause we're shitting on you

Like I can give a fuck 'cause all the bitches want

Temper motives is a hundred a show

Who got it, we light up the drow

My nigga douce, I pour it a floor, try to see how low I can make this bitch go

My niggas don't talk shit, they just aim at your yankee feet

Call her over, I fuck her once, I keep her out and don't call the bitch

Going, going, going, I'm going

Keep the barbers in, but the club open on my key

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Going, going, going, I'm going

Said she pulling bad bitches in her head

All these hoes going, going, they're going

Caught up on the cush in the club, so you know a nigga blowing

I'm blowing, I'm blowing, I'm blowing

And this jury got me going, you ain't going hard, locked up nigga going

[Verse 3: Bow Wow]

Now I fit in stacks, I blew it on at nine

Said she from Memphis, said she hating on the Marley

I'm in the club with all my jewelry

And now with all my niggas, I don't need security

Back seat of my fan and all my seat designer

All about getting money, I'm building my empire

I'm making no money, 'cause the time's now

Not your man, I'm Bow Wow, nigga, blame blow

From the deep south they never seen no game outs

I send them nuggets in your spine, they come to clean your house

This is south side, got a mean bounce

Bad bitches in my suit, they got a mean mouth

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Going, going, going, I'm going

Keep the barbers in, but the club open on my key

Going, going, going, I'm going

Said she pulling bad bitches in her head

All these hoes going, going, they're going

Caught up on the cush in the club, so you know a nigga blowing

I'm blowing, I'm blowing, I'm blowing

And this jury got me going, you ain't going hard, locked up nigga going