Lil Baby – Going For It Lyrics

Going For It

Lil Baby

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"Going For It." - Lil Baby

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 06:51 pm

Album: Too Hard

Track No: 09

Yeah, yeah (Cook that shit up Quay)
Know what I'm sayin', I come from the cook up, that's all I know
Cook that shit up Quay
They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it
I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it
Fuck I look like takin' chances
Fuck this money, go and blow it
I'm tryna run mine up, I gotta put mine up
Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up
I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up
Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up
They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine
I just bought a brand new Rolex
I'm a million dollar ****, no flex
Stretch these pounds, change my name to Boflex
Hit your baby mama, now your ho next
I want a rose gold on the Patek
I want a regular one, I want it faster
I'm doing numbers, call it mathematics
I had a half a ticket in the attic
It ain't gon' never stop, I'm everlasting
They know how I come, they know how I come
They know how I come
They know how I come before I get there
Cross 'em over, Raf Simmons footwear
Balenciaga runners, these my fifth pair
Ten figure ****, I'ma get there
Traphouse bunkin', we don't live here
Could've been gone but I'm still here
Pints of Activis, they the real deal
Used to have to rob and I still will
They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it
I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it
Fuck I look like takin' chances
Fuck this money, go and blow it
I'm tryna run mine up, I gotta put mine up
Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up
I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up
Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up
They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine
I'm on parole still, got a password
I'm goin' straight net, fuck the backboard
I remember when I used to ask for it
I don't think back, I just press fast forward
I want happiness, I spend my last for it
Two twenty-five read on the dashboard
Cost a quarter mil and I paid cash for it
Poppin' percs, I ain't thinkin' 'bout last
I'm never pissin' dirty, fuck my PO
Lost it all, got me fucked on my re-up
Bitches talkin' down but fuck it 'cause we up
She act crazy I got booed in Korea
Never thought that rappin' would be my career
I'm a trap star and that's what it is
A couple million five, I ain't signing no deal
**** out of line, we gon' spray, you get killed
Draco with the drum, hop out and go dumb
I come from the slum, two fingers and a thumb
**** know I chunk it up, rep your set and throw it up
**** try to take my chain we gon' shoot up the whole club
They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it
I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it
Fuck I look like takin' chances
Fuck this money, go and blow it
I'm tryna run mine up, I gotta put mine up
Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up
I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up
Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up
They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones.

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