ThouxanBanFauni - GONE WIT IT lyrics

R-R-R-RXLVND i fucked that ho
I vroom in the wind and then I'm gone wit' it
(Zoom, gone wit' it)
I fucked that ho and like the wind
Fauni gone with it (Bye)
I'm in your city for one night
And then I'm gone with it
(Then I'm gone wit' it)

Bitch, you fucking trippin'
Anything goin' wit' it
Fifty bitches in my bed, made a song wit' it
I put some dick up in her lip
She think she grown wit' it
We hit a lick out of town
And come home wit' it we hit for fifty
Got enough to throw a bone wit' it
He like my music
Just be acting like a clone wit' it
Ayy, put me on a lick
Just don't be on the phone wit' it
Niggas actin' weird
Don't even want me hearin' 'bout it (Why?)
Hesitatin' 'bout some money
Better go'n wit' it
You better come pick up your mans
Buddy gone wit' it
You better get these bitches quick
Buddy gone wit' it
Early bird gon' get the worm, boy
We gone wit' it
All the loot y'all left around, boy
We gone wit' it

Gone wit' it, gone wit' it
Gone wit' it, gone wit' it
Gone wit' it, gone wit' it
Gone wit' it, gone wit' it

Oh, baby, baby, baby
Why so quick to drum wit' it?
Your mans got money, but not like me
I'll put you on wit' it
I'ma bust this bih' from the
Back and the side
I'll make her moan wit' it and these niggas
I just can't ever get along wit' 'em
And lately, pussy been broke as fuck
I can't get along wit' 'em
I told that bitch I right my wrongs
But can't do wrong wit' 'em
All these bitches just wanna see if
I do some' wrong wit' 'em
That Bonnie and Clyde shit
But I can't do no wrong wit' 'em
Gotta get this money
Fuck decisions and them consequences
I done told these bitches that we need it
All on my lieutenant
I'm talking 'bout green, getting
It, green, getting it, i just get it
I gotta fuck it up
Get it right back after I spend it
Ooh, spit it, spit it, spit it
Sloppy lil' biddy
Uh, nasty lil' ho, all up in sadity
Had her not far sadity
And boosted her titties
Got her ass done and she boosted up her titty
Niggas don't understand, we king of the city
I don't think these niggas
Even fuckin' on Brittany
Fuckin' on bae and we got no ebony
All that cakey hoppin' on my wedding
All that cakey, hop up in my wedding
Glock with a kick, but I can't be stressin'
Yeah, we gettin' money, every day a blessin'
Wakin' up in the mornin'
You know that's a blessin'

Bitch, you fucking trippin'
Anything goin' wit' it
Fifty bitches in my bed, made a song wit' it
I put some dick up in her lip
She think she grown wit' it
We hit a lick out of town
And come home wit' it we hit for fifty
Got enough to throw a bone wit' it
He like my music
Just be acting like a clone wit' it
Ayy, put me on a lick
Just don't be on the phone wit' it
Niggas actin' weird
Don't even want me hearin' 'bout it
Hesitatin' 'bout some money
Better go'n wit' it
You better come pick up your mans
Buddy gone wit' it
You better get these bitches quick
Buddy gone wit' it
Early bird gon' get the worm, boy
We gone wit' it
All the loot y'all left around, boy
We gone wit' it

Gone wit' it, gone wit' it
Gone wit' it, gone wit' it
Gone wit' it, gone wit' it
Gone wit' it, gone wit' it