"I GO" lyrics

[MurdaGang PB {Ro$ama}:]
Good mornin' (Good mornin')
{I go, I go, shit popper (Okay), ah}
I go Timbs (I go Timbs)
The butter motherfuckers (The butter motherfuckers)
I go Creed skinny jeans on a boy, yeah, no kiddin' me

I go Chrome and Amiri {Damn}
I go Marni and Prada (Good mornin')
I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga {Shit}
I go bust-down Rollie {Bling, blaow}
I go plain Hublot {That plain}
{I go this}, I go that, {nigga, I go what you go (Nah, for sure, IDuudit)}

[Ro$ama:]
Like I go swimmin' with Dolph, blue diamonds (Water)
And article pieces, caught on arrival (Shit)
I go summertime, sun keep shinin' (Uh-huh)
I go real diamond boy like Johnny (Diamond boy)

I go Mark Cuban, ballin' and rich (Man, what?)
Patek and water, I'm cold on a bitch (Too smooth)
I go celibate, get off my dick (Get off)
Two scoop ice cream how I'm hittin' a lick (Goddamn)

I go anemic, my iron tucked low in this shirt (That's what?)
I go Mexican, put in the work (Go what?)
Go Soulja Boy, nigga, I had this shit first (Uh-huh)
Go deep in that field like football turf (Shit)

Go rip at this shirt with some big-ass jeans (Big-ass jeans)
Country boy mud and go cup full of lean (Mud)
Two different browns, Amiri on cream
Go 107 chain with the 600 piece

Goddamn it, I'm drippin' in fashion (Uh-huh)
Press coverage, I'm jammin' (I'm jammin')
I go big-ass Trues, Bottega boots
Or jorts with the cookout sandals (Damn)

I go old-school Chevy (Skrrt)
My bitch a stallion like Megan (Like who?)
I go stalk in your house (Uh-huh)
Weight watchin', I go Jenny Craig (PB, what you do?)

[MurdaGang PB {Ro$ama}:]
I go Chrome and Amiri {Damn)
I go Marni and Prada (Good mornin')
I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga {Shit)
{I go bust-down Rollie (Bling, blaow)}
I go plain Hublot {That plain}
I go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (Nah, for sure)
{I go this}, I go that, {nigga, I go what you go (Nah, for sure)}

[MurdaGang PB:]
I go Ulenciaga 'bout the boots
Ho tryna blow me like a flute
I hit up Chance, give me a fade
Bitches textin' my phone, tellin' me I'm cute

I go Smoothie King, a bowl of fruit
I go Amiri jacket, matchin' shoes
I go Call of Duty for the loot
X went Lam' truck, so I went coupe (Oh, oh)

I go .223 with a clip 'bout as big as a toddler
Nigga, I go Burger King, stay with that whopper
Bitch, I'ma go chopper, I'm not finna squabble
I go Italian, cookin' this pasta
I go big, diamonds colossal
I go skiin' in some Dior goggles
I go track in the town for the joggers

[MurdaGang PB {Ro$ama}:]
I go Chrome and Amiri {Damn}
{I go Marni and Prada} (Good mornin')
I go Tracy, {I go Hoover}, I go Ulenciaga {Shit}
{I go bust-down Rollie (Bling, blaow)}
I go plain Hublot {That plain}
{I go this}, I go that, {nigga, I go what you go (Nah, for sure)}