Even though I'm gonna put the smash down
I'm gonna take my time, I'm tryna peep you out
Where is this going?
Where is this going to?
Maybe you and me could be an item
But ain't no guarantee you'll win the title
Where is this going to, baby?
Where is this going to?
Something's on my mind, girl
I'm tryna get off all this madness
My heart is filled with sadness
I realize what happened
Ain't no rush, what I do
I won't not get to know you
There's been a lot of things I told you
But I think it's time I showed you
Where is this going?
Where is this going?
Where is this going to?
Where is this going to?
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Where is this going?
Where is this going to?
Where is this going?
Where is this going to?
I parked Lamborghini Ghost right behind the Jeep
Hopped out white beat with an all-white Jeep
I never said a word, I just crossed the street
Walked in, sat down, then I ordered a drink
Baby in the pink mink, all in my mix
Coke bottle, gum thick, she a runway chick
I sip like a Mac, she a Mac
Catch the contact
Bossed up, nigga bossin' up like that
In fact, got big stacks, she's for rats
Big guns, I'm the ones, put your hat on flat
I got a kickback, let the gang come to me
Baby lookin' at me like she really wanna do me
She wanna run through me, wanna sample the plate
So I ask real nice to my nine-year-date
And let me demonstrate why you waitin' to front
While I start rollin' blunt with the freak of the month
Where is this going?
Where is this going to?
Where is this going to?
Where is this going to?
Where is this going?
Where is this going to?
Where is this going?
Where is this going to?
I ain't here to gas you, but baby you fine
A few minutes of your time and I can bust your shine
I can tell you about mine, but first about you
What it is that you doin' when the nigga can come through
She sat back, laughed, said, Billy, you silly
I said I could be now, baby, what's really?
You can tell me the dilly, I'll be on my way
I got a grown honeycomb off the 688
It's like, hey baby, what's up?
Hey babe, you need to get with the boss
Guaranteed good weed, plus get broke off
I like girls soft, that get it from their mama
Me, I'm mixed to everything, minus the drama
You don't need pajamas, you can wear my white tee
5X hang way down to your knee
like dude's my main wifey
And we can take flicks for your MySpace seat
Where is this going?
Where is this going to?
Where is this going to?
Where is this going to?

Where is this going?
Where is this going to?
Where is this going?
Where is this going to?
I mean, sometimes I get mixed signals and whatnot, you feel me?
You know what I mean?
I mean, it's all good if you wanna ride shotgun, you feel me?
Take you up to that big thing on top of the hill
Let you in there, let you play a little bit, right?
I might even cook you something to eat
But when it's over, it's over
Now I only got two rules
Clean up behind yourself
And leave your feelings at home
It ain't nothing personal
Just the way I get down
Mob *, bitch