GOING OUT SAD

[Chorus]
I just run this bag, I ain't goin’ out sad, yeah
I just saw this nigga and he lookin' at me mad, yeah
'Boutta get this bag, yeah, gonna get my cash, ayy

[Refrain]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Put these boys on ’cause my money long
She gon' sing my song every time that I come on, yeah
Bitch, you got it wrong, take that bullshit somewhere else, ayy
Pulled up to the function, but I pulled up just to flex, yeah
Pretty nigga steppin' through the cops like a T-Rex, yeah
Coolin' in the bedroom, now she takin' off my belt, yeah
Shootin' up the show, please don't ask me how I felt
Shootin' up the show, keep the strap tucked in my belt
I’ma shine so much, now when you look at me, you melt, yeah
Buried in the money, I don’t need a open casket
Engine go vroom, you can hear my exhaust, yeah
I'ma stay on go, I could never go on pause
We don’t follow laws, yo' bitch callin' me her god
Backseat of the AMG, we 'boutta make a plot
All my boys ready, now we rollin’ out the lot
Rollin' through the neighborhood, like somebody call SWAT, yeah

[Chorus]
I just run this bag, I ain't goin' out sad, yeah
I just saw this nigga and he lookin' at me mad, yeah
'Boutta run this bag, yeah, gonna get my cash, yeah
Gonna get my cash, and my shawty, she so bad, yeah