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I'm way to gone, what the fuck I'm a doing Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing? My partner on brown and you know I'm on white You know it's going down, I can do this all night Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters Money over bitches two times for the fakers Cause even in the dark, baby I'm a shine bright I'm way too gone, the best night of my life Yeah, I said g-g-g-go DJ I see you got that Jizzle on replay Just keep that Jizzle on repeat It's about the time everybody scream "free Meech! " Let's take ya bitch ass back to '05 Close your eyes, take a rough nigga look, Atlanta lights Club vision, PJ in my hand, I'm on the couch Man this nigga Meech just blew a quarter mil, he bought a house Man you niggas gonna lace up your sneaks, it's time to ball Presidential at the Swiss Hotel, making come alls. Posted up, all black in the back, 100 deep A hundred coupes posted up in the front, 200 seats Man somebody call the IRS, too many lambos Yea I'm talking bottles and blunts, all you can handle Them other niggas fake, to them fallings where it's at. Man the real niggas do real things, let's drink to that! Songtexte[Hook:] I'm way to gone, what the fuck I'm a doing Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing? My partner on brown and you know I'm on white You know it's going down, I can do this all night Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters Money over bitches two times for the fakers Cause even in the dark, baby I'm a shine bright I'm way too gone, the best night of my life I said I'm gone! I'm going going gone! Way this night is going, man I won't make it home I'm a wake up in the room, wake up with a hangover What I spent last night I could bought a Range Rover Got my Raybans on, yeah I see you haters Keep doing what you doing, cause I need you haters She said what's your cologne, said you can call it strong If I had to name my money baby, I would call it long. I said I'm way too gone, I don't see nobody, I ain't even on the bill, I'm acting like it's my party. Feel like I'm on fire or just that hot, If I smoke another blunt, yeah I swear I'm gonna die You can call the weed man, tell him bring another zip I know he just left, yeah he gotta make another trip So hot in here feel like I'm going to faint Even though I'm past my limit, still think I'm gonna drink [Hook] [Future:] I woke up early this morning, three white girls trying to take turns I'm blowing money fast, so caught up in the moment One time for the ballers, two times for my hommies. I'm a rock star in real life; I'm an astronaut outta sight. Put Codeine in my Sprite, my wrist is full of ice I don't even know her name, shes so caught in the hype. It's ok baby, 'cause I'm a millionaire for life, I got bitches on my payroll, they me in vallet white. I'm an Ethiopian, we in Vegas, you and Dyson Got a girl at home, I know I'm wrong, it feels so right On the first road, young I hope I wrote a sinch We in the club with thugs, this must be heaven. [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania