What It's Gonna Be Lyrics

Intro/Verse 1

I'm in the zone, they keep on gettin offended
But I aint did nothin wrong, but tighten up on my
business
And now im makin millions, everybodys social
they really too emotional I dont have time to hold em
I wanna be a billionaire. Me too.
So I can count a billion cash in hundreds on youtube.
I get dirty money bitches bitches know it (ciroc im a
rida? [no idea])
I'm on stage with Diddy, Nikki, Rozay and Flo-Rida
I rock mauris without money (no idea again?)
Hold the blunt with my left hand to show my audemars in
paris
Look at all the i've accomplished I just bought me 3
Ferraris
Spent 5 million in my company if I offended you, not
sorry

Chorus
What it gon be
What it aint gon be/Too many chains on me/Too many
rings on me
Baby dancin on me/Diamonds dancin on me/Cuz my watch
and my ring straight dancin on freeze
what it aint gon be, I dare anybody here to put they
hands on me
too many stacks on me/so many racks on me/i got some
killas with some gats and what it gon be
what it aint gon be, I dare anybody here to put they
hands on me
too many stacks on me/so many racks on me/got ya dime
on my line askin what it gon be
(repeat x1)

Verse 2

Im a mathematician young street magician and I keep on
taking pretty girls to lenox
New mercedes with 80 in it, watch me spend all 80 in 80
minutes
saks and fifth young true religion i bought a car so
sharp it make the feds suspicious
they say im to flamboyant i say they're malnutritioned
im in a rare edition I think Le Mans edition
i dare anybody here to put they hands on me
too many stacks on me/ so many racks on me
got a dime on my line askin what it gon be, what you
gon do gucci, when you gon leave
still poppin bottles pourin liquor on chicks no need to lie im such a freak
no need to hide you so unique ima try to beat ya back
down til you weak
say you ran out of money then more for me, hes more for
you cuz you a whore for me
dont be a whore for free cuz we could ball right now we
could do this 2 3 4 times a week
from zone 6 down to camilton i pull up in that yellow
thing i put rims on everything
hoes think i got em wedding rings

Chorus

What it gon be
What it aint gon be/Too many chains on me/Too many
rings on me
Baby dancin on me/Diamonds dancin on me/Cuz my watch
and my ring straight dancin on freeze
what it aint gon be, I dare anybody here to put they
hands on me
too many stacks on me/so many racks on me/i got some
killas with some gats and what it gon be
what it aint gon be, I dare anybody here to put they
hands on me
too many stacks on me/so many racks on me/got ya dime
on my line askin what it gon be
(repeat x1)

Verse 3

(?) Like im in the lead, throwing money high I dont
care where it reach
Spent 2 g's a week on haircuts, like 4 5 6 7 times a
week
these girls petrified almost scared to speak
im in a new gt with a georgia peach
got a condo right off the florida beach, i aint hard to
reach, so nice to meet
every night with me you prolly fight with me, sex fight
on me and spend the night with me
no rules everything alright with me, nice shape baby
shaped just right for me
catch ball players in magic city show them boys how
good my jumper is
(?) makin all pros look like amateurs
I just showed my ass last night i had a blast, my
jewelry was so bright haters put theirs in the trash
Pulled up in somethin fast just to make them haters
mad, rims with paper tag paper bag full of cash

(chorus)

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