Jacquees, Birdman - Go Harder lyrics
Jacquees [Jacquees Rodriquez Broadnax]
[Jacquees, Birdman - Go Harder lyrics]
I got Fareed over here
You know what I'm sayin' super Iz
It's really real, ayy got D-Roc on beats
I gotta go harder, I gotta raise my nephew
Up without a father, call mama to the rescue
Fuck keys, I want a push-starter
Yeah, I wanna make all my gold chains water
Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place
Make a hundred bands, I throw
A fifty in a safe, ayy
If you're talkin' money
Gotta show it to my face
Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy
Shouts out to the gang
Shout goes to Stunna Man
We show for a hundred bands
Fifty in the other hand
We get it, make you understand
Lifestyle of a Stunna 10 carats on my pinky
Got a quarter mil' on my Rollie
In the same game high-rollin'
In the same game, they show it
We hood rich and they know it
I gotta go harder, I gotta raise my nephew
Up without a father, call mama to the rescue
Fuck keys, I want a push-starter
Yeah, I wanna make all my gold chains water
Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place
Make a hundred bands, I throw
A fifty in a safe, ayy
If you're talkin' money
Gotta show it to my face
Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy
Shouts out to the gang
See we had nothin'
Now I got more so I'm livin' private
Ducked off in Miami
Somewhere out on Stunna Island
I'ma push the Lam'
And Birdman push the Bugatti
We flexin' for real, my niggas
They really 'bout it
I ran through a mil', it's show money
Didn't even count it my house on the hill
And my closet look like Footaction
Ayy, or better yet, the Gucci store
You fresh, but yeah, you got the
Shit that I done wore before, yeah
I gotta go harder, I gotta raise my nephew
Up without a father, call mama to the rescue
Fuck keys, I want a push-starter
Yeah, I wanna make all my gold chains water
Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place
Make a hundred bands, I throw
A fifty in a safe, ayy
If you're talkin' money
Gotta show it to my face
Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy
Shouts out to the gang
Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place
Make a hundred bands, I throw
A fifty in a safe, ayy
If you're talkin' money
Gotta show it to my face
Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy
Shouts out to the gang
You know what I'm sayin' super Iz
It's really real, ayy got D-Roc on beats
I gotta go harder, I gotta raise my nephew
Up without a father, call mama to the rescue
Fuck keys, I want a push-starter
Yeah, I wanna make all my gold chains water
Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place
Make a hundred bands, I throw
A fifty in a safe, ayy
If you're talkin' money
Gotta show it to my face
Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy
Shouts out to the gang
Shout goes to Stunna Man
We show for a hundred bands
Fifty in the other hand
We get it, make you understand
Lifestyle of a Stunna 10 carats on my pinky
Got a quarter mil' on my Rollie
In the same game high-rollin'
In the same game, they show it
We hood rich and they know it
I gotta go harder, I gotta raise my nephew
Up without a father, call mama to the rescue
Fuck keys, I want a push-starter
Yeah, I wanna make all my gold chains water
Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place
Make a hundred bands, I throw
A fifty in a safe, ayy
If you're talkin' money
Gotta show it to my face
Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy
Shouts out to the gang
See we had nothin'
Now I got more so I'm livin' private
Ducked off in Miami
Somewhere out on Stunna Island
I'ma push the Lam'
And Birdman push the Bugatti
We flexin' for real, my niggas
They really 'bout it
I ran through a mil', it's show money
Didn't even count it my house on the hill
And my closet look like Footaction
Ayy, or better yet, the Gucci store
You fresh, but yeah, you got the
Shit that I done wore before, yeah
I gotta go harder, I gotta raise my nephew
Up without a father, call mama to the rescue
Fuck keys, I want a push-starter
Yeah, I wanna make all my gold chains water
Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place
Make a hundred bands, I throw
A fifty in a safe, ayy
If you're talkin' money
Gotta show it to my face
Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy
Shouts out to the gang
Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place
Make a hundred bands, I throw
A fifty in a safe, ayy
If you're talkin' money
Gotta show it to my face
Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy
Shouts out to the gang