WYG! Lyrics

(Where you going? Not anywhere)

(Where you going? Not anywhere)

(Where you going? Where you going?)

Where you going? Not anywhere

Where you going? Not anywhere

Where you going? Not anywhere

Where you going? Where you going?

Where you going? Not anywhere

Where you going? Not anywhere

Where you going? Not anywhere

Where you going? Where you going?

Bitch, I'm bout my loot, and I'm bout my bag

Bought this Fendi belt, my pants on my ass

Said she like the coupe, two up on the dash

All my niggas shoot, I don't need to ask

All my money blue, I don't mean to brag

Know I'm married to the money, but all my bitches bad

I do this shit here just for fun, but all these niggas mad

I'm in a Cadillac, cash what I make, I'm in a different tax

I get in that zone, ain't no huddle up

Bitch, I'm smokin' strong, got my muscles up

Bitch, I clutch that chrome, and I'm quick to bust

If he movin' wrong, he get turtn to dust

I'm a cool cat, feel like Bearus

And I'm really strapped, so I don't fear nothin

She wanna come ride, told her steer somethin

And I'm switchin' back, I'm in gear one

No one near us

Know I'm tapped in with them niggas that'll drill sum

You can't try to son me, nigga, I ain't no lil one

That boy tryna jack my tune, but I'm the real one

She keep rubbin' on my waist, she tryna feel some

Where you going? Not anywhere

Where you going? Not anywhere

Where you going? Not anywhere

Where you going? Where you going?

Where you going? Not anywhere

Where you going? Not anywhere

Where you going? Not anywhere

Where you going? Where you going?