JR Mason - Goat Lyrics

I had to pack up get back on the road
No I could never put trust in a hoe
I had to rack up and stack up the dough
I told all my bro's we will never go broke
Now my wrist now my neck is ice cold
So much drip that I might need a boat
Only super loud what I smoke
I told you baby yeah baby yeah I'm a goat
I had to pack up get back on the road
No I could never put trust in a hoe
I had to rack up and stack up the dough
Told all my bro's we will never go broke
Now my wrist and neck ice cold
So much drip I might need a boat
Only super loud what I smoke
Yeah yeah bitch I'm a goat
I had to pack up get back on the road
No I could never put trust in a hoe
I had to rack up and stack up the dough
Told all my bro's we will never go broke
Now my wrist and neck ice cold
So much drip I might need a boat
Only super loud what I smoke
Yeah yeah bitch I'm a goat yeah yeah
Either they hate you or they gonna love you
Either way I am a stay on my hustle
I pull up in that American muscle
Summer is coming girl I cannot cuff you
No baby I ain't got the time for that
I ain't chasin' a bitch only chasin' a bag
I gotta stunt with shit I never had
Haters they see me now they gettin' mad
But they wasn't wit me in the drought
Now they say they know me just for the clout
I had to stay on that paper route
Told all my bro's we gon' make it out
Yeah they tried to count me out
Said that I wouldn't amount to nothing yeah
I guess they couldn't count
'Cause look at me now I'm out here countin' bags
Now my neck like a fountain
Feel like I'm drownin' all I ever do is splash
Livin' my life in the fast lane I'm about to do the dash
Ridin' around on my side of the town
And my music is up and my windows are down
And I'm smoking a blunt of that super loud
I'm getting lost up in the clouds
I had to pack up get back on the road
No I could never put trust in a hoe
I had to rack up and stack up the dough
Told all my bro's we will never go broke
Now my wrist and neck ice cold
So much drip I might need a boat
Only super loud what I smoke
Yeah yeah bitch I'm a goat
I had to pack up get back on the road
No I could never put trust in a hoe
I had to rack up and stack up the dough
Told all my bro's we will never go broke
Now my wrist and neck ice cold
So much drip I might need a boat
Only super loud what I smoke
Yeah yeah bitch I'm a goat yeah yeah
Ooo yeah we shinin'
VVS on the diamonds yeah
Changin' the climate
It get cold but I don't mind it yeah
East side I'm residin' yeah
Dressed down in designer gear
Told her if she looking for love
She probably won't find it here
No, no I got zero
I only love the money
Countin' up deniros
Must be doing something right
Feel like I can't do no wrong
Now I do what I want yeah
I feel like the Fonz yeah
Show her what I'm on, yeah
I can put her on
Put those feet in Louboutin's
Dress her down in Saint Laurent
If it don't make no dollars
Well then it don't make no sense
I'm just out her making money
I ain't in to makin' friends
I had to pack up get back on the road
No I could never put trust in a hoe
I had to rack up and stack up the dough
Told all my bro's we will never go broke
Now my wrist and neck ice cold
So much drip I might need a boat
Only super loud what I smoke
Yeah yeah bitch I'm a goat
I had to pack up get back on the road
No I could never put trust in a hoe
I had to rack up and stack up the dough
Told all my bro's we will never go broke
Now my wrist and neck ice cold
So much drip I might need a boat
Only super loud what I smoke
Yeah yeah bitch I'm a goat yeah yeah