Lyrics
Staying out the way
I been getting money, getting paid
Staying around my brothers that's the same
Get it out the mud, type of pain
'Cause I been on the road, road, road
Chasing after money, yeah that dough, dough, dough
I ain't got no time I got to go, go, go
I can't wait for nobody they slow, slow, slow
Slow
Gotta get it, get it, money what I need
Please don't be offended, I'm a G O A T
Just gimme my credit, pay me debit 'fore I leave
The top is where I'm headed, Ima live life sweet
I just might be, the greatest ever do it, just work, don't sleep
Too busy chasing M's, chasing B's, not G's
I wanna sellout venues with twenty K seats
Yeah I got my gas pressed down, down, down, down
Yeah look how I get down
Check out my sound
Life real short, yeah I don't mess around
Find me in resorts, yeah when I'm in yo' town
Time wasted, that's a never
A milli in my bank, a hundred thousand in my dresser
Me compared to you, everybody say I'm better
Everything I do is a dub, yeah I'm applying pressure
Staying out the way
I been getting money getting paid
Staying around my brothers that's the same
Get it out the mud, type of pain
'Cause I been on the road, road, road
Chasing after money, yeah that dough, dough, dough
I ain't got no time I got to go, go, go
I can't wait for nobody they slow, slow, slow
Slow
I been on that road, road, road
Got ten digits on the pavement, slow yo' roll
Stayed up out the way and now it's on full go
Only thing in life I wants to grow, grow, grow
Change in my life, you know, change to do better
So cold, might have to change to a sweater
Lifestyle done changed; got plans now to cop a Berkin
I got to get to work so I can get this work in
Had to get up out that way
Bought a crib and built up out of state
Now I got the time to switch them lanes
I been workin' hard it's in my veins
Now that we ballin' cars so exotic
So cold, don't know what else to call 'em
Pipe game you know it's so erotic
The way we moving, girl is so symbolic
Staying out the way
I been getting money, getting paid
Staying around my brothers that's the same
Get it out the mud, type of pain
'Cause I been on the road, road, road
Chasing after money yeah that dough, dough, dough
I ain't got no time I got to go, go, go
I can't wait for nobody they slow, slow, slow
Slow
Written by: Dakarai Barnett, Jersey Mackelrath, Shawn Tucker
