B.O.B. - Ain't Goin Nowhere lyrics

[Hook – Chanel] If you see us in the streets lay us down cause you wanna come f** with us Y'all clown a** b**hes be snitching round here, we ready to bust We rolling back into the night, the night We everywhere, we everywhere, yeah we ain't going nowhere [Verse 1 – Frenchie] Since a little dude, had the juice running through my veins Got me feeling like Pac Like a stop sign posted on your block, I'm about mine Imma get guap I pull up in that all black Cruising my city, hit the bu*ton top fall back Black phantom, black tints Yellow [?], [?] rims You don't got to like me but your chick know me Puff Daddy in the city, I'm the big homie When you see us in the club, 50 bottles with sparkles, bring em to us Everybody in your section want to come over here, y'all ain't f**ing with us Wait, hold up, freeze Your pockets immature, your money need to grow up, please You don't really know my speed 200 on the dash, you'll know when I leave (Skkrr!) [Hook] [Verse 2 – B.o.B] We ain't going, but your girl at my crib tiptoeing The bandmobile only move for the coin The bandmobile only move for the coin, foreign I'm an employer, I ain't got no time to loiter Got a Glock in every drawer, blame it on my paranoia Smoking through the quarters like I'm tryna meet a porter Get your lady off my sofa ‘fore I hit her with the cobra With [?], [?] on a diet, ladies raise your hand if you got low mileage I got a dope hybrid, your pack is so quiet I ain't going nowhere b**h, unless I'm going diamond Bands [Hook] [Verse 3 – Frenchie] I got your girl running hard, 100 lines Got two girls off of insta, double time Now from a real n***a to a real n***a I'm on now, so I don't got to deal with ya But Imma keep it real with ya Take a couple million just for me feel with ya I ain't going nowhere no time soon Hear them hustlers in the car when the car move Wait, hold up, please I be everywhere, you don't ever show up, please Next stop, overseas Counting new money, I call it that Euro cheese [Hook]