I'm Gone Lyrics

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I'm gone, bitch I'm gone

I'm gone, bitch I'm gone

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

I'm gone, bitch I'm gone

I'm gone, bitch I'm gone

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

Nigga pull up to the crib, hop up out the fuckin' whip

Then I pull back off, had to get up out that bitch

Bitch, I'm racing to that cash

Had to do the dash, fucked around, almost crashed

Playin' bout that bread, niggas gettin' on your ass

I can't fuck around, I'm addicted to them racks

Don't try to take it, promise I'm not playing

Niggas keep them sticks like a fuckin' marching band

And then a nigga gone

Gettin' to this money then I'm gone

I can't focus on these hoes

In love with the bread, that's the only thing I want

I'm gone, bitch I'm gone

I'm gone, bitch I'm gone

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

I'm gone, bitch I'm gone

I'm gone, bitch I'm gone

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

Gettin' to this bread like it's part of a meal plan

Skrrt off to the bank, you already know the plan

Bitch, I need them bands

Pockets full as hell, bitches weighin' down my pants

Speed off in the whip, bitch, I'm zoomin' in that Vette

Gettin' to this money, get in, nigga, don't get left

I'm damn near to the cash, nigga, ain't no goin' back

I'm damn near to the cash, bitch, I'm goin' to them racks

And then a nigga gone

After I get this shit, I'm gone

I can't worry bout these hoes

Only thing important

Money, family, cars, and clothes

I'm gone, bitch I'm gone

I'm gone, bitch I'm gone

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

I'm gone, bitch I'm gone

I'm gone, bitch I'm gone

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

Had to get the fuck on

(Man, this a Shaado beat)