Where They Go lyrics

[Chorus]
Where your b*tches go, where your moneys go?
Where your friends, they go?
Where your juggs and where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where your b*tches go, where your moneys go?
Where your friends, they go?
Where your juggs and where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where they, where they go?

[Verse 1]
All this love is in the air
My b*tch pistols, they matchin' pairs
Ride with me, come pay these fares
Euro stunt, you just a square
Sayin' y'all gonna shoot your shoot
Confrontation, boy you spooked
Don't hang with fakes, we in LA
f*ck a Jake and f*ck a lame
Show to show, we catchin' planes
Expensive loud, this diamond strain
Walk the walk and talk the talk
You still pus*y boy, tighten up
Chop the choppa, gon' wake you up
Five hoes, gang bang in the [?] truck
​iPhone flex, I'm cashin' out
Don't wanna f*ck, just use your mouth
Go and suck this nut then wash it out
Cash on cash, ain't see no drought
Bape, 'Preme on this forty, pow
Foldin' now, gon' drop him down
Flexin' while I walk
Catch this thumper if you talk
Downed a pint, white chalk
If you 'bout it, listen up
Hatin' on me, jockin' us
b*tch, I'm global, business talk
Ridin' 'round in Euro cars
Yeah, my b*tch bad, a foreign broad
Thirty clip, gon' shoot, just shoot
Been the jugg, push out Bluetooth
I know you lame, can't run no game
Just like the Feds, stay out my face
[Chorus]
Where your b*tches go, where your moneys go?
Where your friends, they go?
Where your juggs and where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where your b*tches go, where your moneys go?
Where your friends, they go?
Where your juggs and where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where they, where they go?

[Verse 2]
All y'all sayin' y'all the sh*t
Yet movement sucks, you all suck di*k
Ain't 'bout it b*tch, ain't stackin' sh*t
Blow dope smoke and got third eye, b*tch
Ain't make no money, got no name
Just mention me and get some fame
Chewin' flats, can't feel my face
This heater pack yo' field for days
Hipster b*tch, she wit' it
Lick me 'til I feel it
[?] got me feelin', dirty money got me livin'
"'Bout it, 'bout it," go tighten up
Full clip, hot clip, gon' fill him up
Beam on me if you really wanna go
Holler, "Motherf*ck the world," pull the trigger, let's go
Ridin' stylish, foreign glidin'
Swisher blunts full of badass guidance
Money on me, if I want it, I'll buy it
Yeah yo b*tch ain't sh*t, If I show up, she gon' bite
pus*y b*tch ain't 'bout this sh*t
She'll sext my line but won't suck di*k
f*ck any b*tch I f*cking want
Yes I'm the sh*t, can't tell me sh*t
Stop, don't you come at me
I'll knock you out [?]
His clique thirstin', they got guns
They only slugs the golden ones
Vintage Bape, she love my sh*t
Know she really feelin' it
Money stacks, we blowin' Thrax
I know, I know, I can't turn back
[Chorus]
Where your b*tches go, where your moneys go?
Where your friends, they go?
Where your juggs and where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where your b*tches go, where your moneys go?
Where your friends, they go?
Where your juggs and where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where they, where they go?