MaRLo - Going For It lyrics

[Intro] Cook that sh** up Quay Yeah yeah I come from the cook up, that’s all I know Cook that sh** up Quay [Chorus] They thinkin’ I ain’t gettin’ no money ’cause I never show it I’m tryna run me up a whole dime and I’m goin’ for it f** I look like takin’ chances f** this money, go and blow it I’m tryna run it back up, I gotta put mine up Puttin’ up the money for lil Jason ’cause he growin’ up I do four shows every week, man I’m blowin’ up Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I’m goin’ up They tryna stop my shine, but they can’t stop my shine [Verse 1] I just bought a brand new Rolex I’m a million dollar n***a, no flex Stretch these pounds, change my name to Boflex Hit your baby mama, now your ho next I want a rose gold on the Patek I want a regular one, I want it faster I’m doing numbers, call it mathematics I had a half a ticket in the attic It ain’t gon’ never stop, I’m everlasting They know how I come, they know how I come They know how I come They know how I come before I get there Cross ’em over, Raf Simmons footwear Balenciaga runners, these my fifth pair Ten figure n***a, I’ma get there Traphouse bunkin’, we don’t live here Could’ve been gone but I’m still here Pints of Activis, they the real deal Used to have to rob and I still will [Chorus] They thinkin’ I ain’t gettin’ no money ’cause I never show it I’m tryna run me up a whole dime and I’m goin’ for it f** I look like takin’ chances f** this money, go and blow it I’m tryna run it back up, I gotta put mine up Puttin’ up the money for lil Jason ’cause he growin’ up I do four shows every week, man I’m blowin’ up Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I’m goin’ up They tryna stop my shine, but they can’t stop my shine [Verse 2] I’m on parole still, got a pa**word I’m goin’ straight net, f** the backboard I remember when I used to ask for it I don’t think back, I just press fast forward I want happiness, I spend my last for it Two twenty-five read on the dashboard Cost a quarter mil and I paid cash for it Poppin’ percs, ain’t thinkin’ ’bout last I’m never pissin’ dirty, f** my PO Lost it all, got me f**ed on my re-up b**hes talkin’ down but f** it ’cause we up She act crazy and I booed in Korea Never thought that rappin’ would be my career I’m a trap star and that’s what it is A couple million five, I ain’t signing no deal n***a out of line, we gon’ spray, you get k**ed Draco with the drum, hop out and go dumb I come from the slum, two fingers and a thumb n***a know I chunk it up, rep your set and throw it up n***a try to take my chain we gon’ shoot up the whole club [Chorus] They thinkin’ I ain’t gettin’ no money ’cause I never show it I’m tryna run me up a whole dime and I’m goin’ for it f** I look like takin’ chances f** this money, go and blow it I’m tryna run it back up, I gotta put mine up Puttin’ up the money for lil Jason ’cause he growin’ up I do four shows every week, man I’m blowin’ up Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I’m goin’ up They tryna stop my shine, but they can’t stop my shine