Way Too Gone Lyrics

Future

[Intro]
What the fuck I'mma doing
Wake up in the morning who the fuck I'mma screwing
My partner on brown and you know I'm on white
I know its going down, I can do this all night
Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters
Money over bitches 2 times for the fakers
Cause even in the dark, baby I'mma shine bright
I'm way too gone, the best night of my life

I said g-g-go DJ
See you got the Jizzle on replay
Just keep that Jizzle on repeat
It's about the time everybody screams "free Meech!"
Let's take your bitch ass back to '05
Close your eyes, take a breath 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..
Posted up, all black in the back, 100 deep
A hundred coupes posted up in the front, 200 seats
Man somebody call IRS, too many lambos
I'm talking bottles and blunts, all you can handle
Them other niggas fake and flaunting, that's where it's at
Real niggas do real things, let's drink to that!

[Hook]
Way too gone, what the fuck am I doing
Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing
My partner on brown and you know I'm on white
I know its going down, I can do this all night
Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters
Money over bitches 2 times for the fakers
Cause even in the dark, baby I'mma 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, I won't make it home
I'mma 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

If I had to name my money baby, I would call it long

If I smoke another blunt, yeah I swear I'm gonna die
You can call the weed man, tell him bring another sack
I know he just left, yeah he gotta make another trip

Even though I'm past my limit, I'm still gonna drink

[Hook]

[Future]
I woke up yesterday morning

I'm blowing money fast, so caught up in the moment
One time for the bar, two times for my homies
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, she so caught in the hype
Its ok baby, cuz I'm a millionaire for life
I got bitches on my payroll, they coming back like white

I'm with Ethiopian, we in Vegas shootin' dice
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 for thugs, this must be heaven
[Hook]

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