Go Legend (feat. Travis Scott) - Big Sean

All these bitches come and go All this money come and go I'm just tryna double up Stack it up just to blow it Watch the money go Watch the money go We been trappin' on the phone We been whippn' on the stove She make millions on the pole Where that money go Where that money go Can't fuck with my team We need like 100 money machine Pay the price for these dreams Where the money go Where the money go (where the money go) Where the money go Where the money go (where the money go) You can find out where the money When you find it then you let me know Lost everything my mind included Got betrayed today they pray to judas In a daze, they say my days are numbered Under fire but I remain the coolest Where's the love, I hate to have to do this King shit I think I'm back to rule it Kill a king ya really feel the power Hang the backstabber, kill the coward Dopeamine I'm raw as coca leaf Out of focus, they can't hope to see Bitches talk but I just don't believe Adam told us there's no hope for eve Give a bitch the fuckin' moon and stars Probably say that all she need is space Now it's fuck her, I just feed the snakes This the last supper jesus ate All these bitches come and go All this money come and go I'm just tryna double up Stack it up just to blow it Watch the money go Watch the money go We been trappin' on the phone We been whippn' on the stove She make millions on the pole Where that money go Where that money go Can't fuck with my team We need like 100 money machine Pay the price for these dreams Where the money go Where the money go (where the money go) Where the money go Where the money go (where the money go) You can find out where the money When you find it then you let me know Smoke my thoughts and drink my fears Pray to god but I don't think he hears Water muddy, but the crystal's clear Case I need to make it crystal clear Heart cold, but I don't got no chill Me and Satan we don't got no deal Everybody comin' for this dope I think I might know how Chapo feels They condemn the child that lives within Then condemn the way we live as sin Say I'm haunted, sipping triple gin When I just wanna see my niggas win, DAMN I just wanna see my niggas win I just wanna see my niggas win All these bitches come and go All this money come and go I'm just tryna double up Stack it up just to blow it Watch the money go Watch the money go We been trappin' on the phone We been whippn' on the stove She make millions on the pole Where that money go Where that money go Can't fuck with my team We need like 100 money machine Pay the price for these dreams Where the money go Where the money go (where the money go) Where the money go Where the money go (where the money go)

Go, go (woo), go, go (go) From the Nawf to the Mo (Mo), 500K just to host (five) Go, go (yeah), go, go (go) The neighbors too nosy, pack my bags and go (go) Go, go (skrrt), go, go (skrrt) Serve me a brick at the store (brick) Lookin' like Shaq in the post (Shaq) Go, go (yeah), go, go (go) Go, go (yeah), go, go (go) Drive from the Hills to the Mo (yeah, yeah) Yeah, baby at window, like don't go (alright) In this world, everything slo-mo (it's lit) Get behind this wall, there is no photos (straight up) Jump out this bitch (yeah) pogo, yeah (bounce) Across my neck, yeah, logo Watch how you pour an eighth, yeah, ocho (yeah) I need some more, it's late, yeah, pronto Huncho, yeah Jumped out the coupe with the black insides You would think I'm racist Smokin' cookie in Atlanta everywhere You would think it's recreation (gas) You already know we made it (made it) We ain't even gotta say shit (no) Some of the traps were licks (trap) Some of the traps were vacant (vacant) Junior Seau, bring the Bay out, bring the Bay out Nigga want talk, we bring the K out, let the spray now J's gon' walk right in that pot, we beat it up, Pacquiao Invade your block, we stay on top, ain't nobody safe now Go, go (go), go, go From the Nawf to the Mo (Mo) 500K just to host (five) Go, go (yeah), go, go (go, woo) The neighbors too nosy, pack my bags and go (go) Go, go (skrrt), go, go (skrrt) Serve me a brick at the store (brick) Lookin' like Shaq in the post (Shaq) Go, go (go, go, go, go, go), go, go Go, go (go, go, go, go, go), go, go Go, go, go, go, go Go-oh Go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go

Hola Me llamo Onika Wrist FRIO Pelo rosa Culo gordo (Ay Rvssian) Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las putas quieren kush... (Jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah) Make some room hoe, keep a hundred feet away Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet away You ain't on my throne, ain't even a seat away But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way I got the krippy, I ain't talking 'bout the gangs tho' Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs tho' Now I got 'em rocking inches now But I'll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now Word play got 'em stepping up they pens's now Still stick me for my flow like syringes, now Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now Shotgun and them '88 Benzes, now With my plug, I call him Pancho But I think he wants that chocha Put this pussy in his boca Make my niggas take his coca Now I'm balling like I'm Sosa In that Lamborghini rosa Yelling viva Puerto Rico All my bitches es hermosa Pero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las putas quieren kush... (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!) Suavemente, frio chill-ay (Yeah) Gotta keep it caliente, the presidente Bend it backwards, pop a wheelie, like we in Phill-ay (It's lit) In the town I got the mill-ays, you know the drill-ay (Alright) Yeah, butterfly the doors Throw a ivy queen in it then I skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt You get the picture, but I'm still not with the pictures Still hate the liquor, drank on my liver Still got the basement, jumping like I'm Tigger (Straight up) Pour 'til it's muddy, blow 'til it's muggy (Yeah) But the gang goin' dummy, thumbing through hundreds (With the gang) Keep it stick like it's gummy, rap like a mummy Break the bread 'til it's crummy, eat 'til I'm chubby (Yeah) Yeah, me amor the tings, me amor the green (Alright) Yeah, blowing up the clouds, and hear the angels sing (Sing) Yeah, fresh steal off the lot, slide on your block and pop the top And then we skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt Pero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las putas quieren kush... Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA 200 cajas 'e paper que pedí en eBay En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca (Farru') 2 phillies, se queda bizca Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx Priority el paquete, next day vía express Del celular traqueo con el GPS Y el shipping se lo cobramo' al bobo de tu ex Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal Que le baja a la movie, que pa' acá no venga a frontear Que somos millonarios, y acabo 'e comprar par de acres pa' sembrar Pero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las putas quieren kush...