Go! Go!

[Intro: Pollari]
Yeah
Neilaworld
(I feel like) Yeah
I feel like
I feel like [?] (Yeah)
Lukrative
[?], they mean it

[Chorus: Pollari]
I might pull up in a foreign, wanna race? ([?])
Oh, that's your bitch? She told me put it in her face (That bih like, that bih like, that bih like)
Boy, you're broke, I think you need some better taste (You is too broke, it be like)
I got the [?], they sittin' on my waist (Oh-whoa, waist, waist)
All these hoes on me, I gettin' why they hate (Gettin' why they hate)
I get money, no, I know they can't relate (They can't relate)
I might follow, baby, but I do not date (I do not date)
Nigga's bitches, need to stay off in they place (Off in they place)

[Verse 1: Pollari]
[?] top shotta, I pull up with the robba
These niggas sell a pound, smoke this nigga like a rasta
You know I got a lotta, you know I got a lotta (Lotta)
It's hot like in Nevada
Turn that [?]
All this brand new lean
She know what I mean (What I mean)
And I know (And I know) that you wanna be (Wanna be, wanna be)
With a nigga like me, come and join the team (Oh-whoa, whoa)
In that 'Vette, top speed
Baby, come and see (Oh-whoa), oh-whoa

[Bridge: David Shawty]
I know you know, like, when to go
I keep it few, I let her ho
That Gucci store, I love my toe
I put that clean, I kick it though
I tell that boy, "Get on the floor"
I need the cash, I need the dough

[Chorus: Pollari]
I might pull up in a foreign, wanna race? ([?])
Oh, that's your bitch? She told me put it in her face (That bih like, that bih like, that bih like)
Boy, you're broke, I think you need some better taste (You is too broke, it be like)
I got the [?], they sittin' on my waist (Oh-whoa, waist, waist)
All these hoes on me, I gettin' why they hate (Gettin' why they hate)
I get money, no, I know they can't relate (They can't relate)
I might follow, baby, but I do not date (I do not date)
Nigga's bitches, need to stay off in they place (Off in they place)

[Verse 2: David Shawty]
D-D-Different ass (Dave), she wanna trade (David)
Poker face, pussy up, ace of spades (Ah)
G-Granted, when she's on me, she's [?], you a lame (Let's go)
Head up in the clouds, not too much to say
I-I got dope, I-I got hoes, check my rate
He gon' talk lots of shit 'cause he can
Spill my drink on the floor, feed the ants
D-Do some evil shit, do my [?] (Let's go)
Posted up with Pollari, smokin' on my pack (Le's go, le's go)
I look at my bro and I don't gotta ask
This some wicked shit, I'm doin' arts and crafts
She said she wanted to leave that bitch on blast (D-David)

[Chorus: Pollari]
I might pull up in a foreign, wanna race? ([?])
Oh, that's your bitch? She told me put it in her face (That bih like, that bih like, that bih like)
Boy, you're broke, I think you need some better taste (You is too broke, it be like)
I got the [?], they sittin' on my waist (Oh-whoa, waist, waist)
All these hoes on me, I gettin' why they hate (Gettin' why they hate)
I get money, no, I know they can't relate (They can't relate)
I might follow, baby, but I do not date (I do not date)
Nigga's bitches, need to stay off in they place (Off in they place)