KE on the Track - Goin Crazy Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Yolo Cruzz] "Yea I've Been Watching You For A While I've Been Wanting To Tell You How I Feel" I've been watching you for a while And baby girl I like your style You make me wanna get it right now Girl you got me feeling like a child And I ain't holding back my feelings No No So I think that it is best you know That I want you to be my girl And I want me to be your man So baby lets roll wit it Anything you want just go get it Ain't tircking if you got And you a hottie with a nice bottie I ain't trying to play no games Imma need you with my name So girl what you think about it Or you can ride shottie in my Maserati And imma need your body all over my body I'm just speaking the facts girl I need that [Hook - Rich The Kid] Riding round in the A And the coupe going crazy I ain‘t worried bout sh**, young n***a I'm rich It's f** you, pay me Don't let your ho come around me, Imma take your lady Riding round in the A And the coupe going crazy And the coupe going crazy And the coupe going crazy And the coupe going crazy And the coupe going crazy [Verse 1 – Rich The Kid] Touched down in the A Maserati to Bugatti, a motherf**er start running from the paparazzi Got 4 hoes in the pool of my Jacuzzi Pull up, drop top, finna operate a movie You see the diamonds in my watch, it ain't a g-shock Balenciaga on my feet instead of reebok Never ever been to the double Treat eating, staying shrimp on the yacht, f** Applebees Gianni, Versace, I come to your city, take over like Nazi I got hoes from the A to the bay Riding round and the coupe going crazy [Hook] [Verse 2 – Quavo] Riding round in my Audi coupe I dare a n***a look at me wrong, cause I'm gon shoot I pa** the OG stuffed crust cookie Snoop I take the pot and egg beat it, I call it cookin' a deuce When I step inside a ‘rari, call me Crash Bandicoot Blood diamond came from Africa, call me [?] Lil mama with the big old booty, come here Have you ever been in an 8 pa**enger leer She going crazy, private jet going crazy Told the b**h to give me head and my grandmama's angry I ain't give her nothing Nah, Quavo ain't a lover You think I give a f** about a b**h, I ain't a s**er She the past tense, got to make lil mama absent Versace, Versace, my favorite Counting money in the mansion, your girl in the living room dancing And it don't take nothing to drop her panties Quavo! (gone!) [Hook] [Verse 3 – Takeoff] Coming down Peachtree in an Aston With a bad white b**h, Jennifer Aniston Feeling Molly Santan' again My neighbors panicking In my hood, every day I hear an ambulance Ain't a damn thing changed, still serving the J's Felicia, she want to borrow my microwave Deebo still in your hood, creeping through your window I'm f**ing Mrs.Parker, took her to Puerto Rico Me, Craig, and Smokey smoke dope and we be choking What watch should I wear today, every Breitling or the Rollie Reached in my Robins and I pulled out guacamole Ain't have a clue what I was holding, F&N is what I'm toting [Hook]